Last Thursday, I celebrated
my 30th birthday, and 30 years with my most beloved object, my baby blanket. This quilt
has been loved, and it shows! I’m slightly embarrassed to share these photos
and to admit that I still sleep with my baby blanket (but, I know for a fact
that I am not the only adult on this planet that still does this).
My grandmother (my mom’s
mom) made this for me over 30 years ago. At one time it was a jack-in-the-box,
but now looks as if it has had an encounter with Hannibal Lector. Slowly, little
bits of fabric have fallen off. I used to collect them and store them in a
pocket created by an opening in the fabric. If there was a tornado warning, and
we had to head to the basement, my blanket was the first thing I grabbed. My
mom had to steal it away from me to wash it – because honestly, the smell is
one of the most comforting things. Jesse thinks it’s pretty gross, so it only
stays on my side of the bed, and I’m ok with that:)
