A few years ago, my husband picked a blanket out of my stash for his friend's new baby. It wasn't this one, but one very similar:
Last autumn, friend's wife had a second baby and we went to visit her, another blanket in tow.
When we got there, we inspected the baby - as one does - and found her cute in all respects - as one does - and then I noticed the original blanket hanging over the side of the new baby's cot. It was battered and tattered and stained, despite having the appearance of something that had been bunged in a washing machine on a number of occasions.
I was thrilled. This is just wonderful. There is no greater compliment to anyone's work to see it well-worn and well-loved and, despite its wear, pulled out again for the next baby.
Which is why I was very glad that my friend Lenka liked her blanket.
"If it's too bright," I said, "You don't have to take it. You don't need to be polite - I can give it to someone else. I won't be offended, I promise."
"No!" she said and clutched to her chest. "No, I love it, I love it! I swear, I love it!"
And, reassured, I handed it over.
"Don't be precious with it," I said as she left. "Use it - wash it - wear it out. When you do, I'll make you another one."
And I meant it - I would gladly replace something that well-loved. It gladdens the heart :-)