Most Indian households have that one old quilt somewhere. Faded blue on one side, a rust floral on the other, stitched together with tiny running stitches you can see if you look closely. It wasn't bought. It was made. Some woman in a village outside Jaipur sat with it across her lap for three weeks, stitching through two layers of cotton muslin with a needle thinner than an eyelash.
That quilt is probably still in a cupboard somewhere. Forty years old. Still soft. Still warm.
This is the thing nobody tells you when you search for Cotton Quilts Online and get a thousand machine-stitched