Please let me begin with a little background....
When I was born, my dear mother made me a little receiving blanket (By the way, my mom is awesome at making quilts. She even had a quilting business for a few years. Just thought I'd take a moment to brag about her, just so you know.). This little blanket was made out of tricot fabric (I had to look up how to spell tricot; definitely not said how it is spelled!). I LOVED IT! I was not a baby who was attached to a blankie and had to take it everywhere, but I definitely loved to sleep with it and play on it. (Ok, that may be a lie. I can't quite remember this time in my life, so I am going to say that because I am pretty sure that is how it went down.)
Fast forward a few years. I grew, and my blanket did not. I was two or three years old (can't quite remember my age). So for Christmas, Santa Claus brought me a brand new blanket, lovingly known as my silkie (This describes how the blanket felt just in case you are not familiar with tricot fabric.). I remember getting this as a gift and diving into it the moment I opened the box. It was SO BIG!!! Ok, it was made to fit on a twin size bed, but Jonathan (my older brother) had to carry it up the stairs for me because it was SOOO heavy. I remember the exertion required to heft that baby around.
Fast forward a few more years. I am 24. 24! Since when did I get old??? And I have slept with that blanket every night since then. This blanket moved from Idaho to Colorado, back and forth to Utah while I was in college, and then made its way to Dallas with me now. I even took it on trips with me if there was room. :) But to finally get to the point of my story, my blanket is now dying. The batting in the blanket has nearly disappeared. You can see through the blanket. What is left of the batting is leaking out of the seams that are now ripped. I have been finding little pieces of batting around my apartment. This death is eminent and quickly approaching.
I don't know if I should be embarrassed about this picture or not, but I do think it's quite funny. I promise I did not pull any of this batting in any way.
I've been looking at the other blankets around my apartment; there will never be a replacement. What am I going to do? I don't really like blankets because they are too hot. Maybe I'll start sleeping under my sheets?
I can see why Michael Jackson named his son Blanket; so precious. (Ok, I am really just kidding here.)
Anyways....
Thank you for taking the time to mourn with me as I lament the loss of my dear blanket.
Ok, I'm done being dramatic. I really will live.
