It's finally dead, Mom ... that green blankie Katie gave me when I was four or five. It had gotten so thin I only used it during the summer, and this time it did not survive a winter of feline attention. Thirty-four or thirty-five years of love in fiber form - I think you tried to retire it back when I was a teenager. I even smuggled it to a field problem or two, and it may have hitchhiked to Kuwait and Iraq hidden in my issued gortex sleep system.
I suppose one of my very last pieces of fiber from childhood will die next ... the Linus pillowcase from Mom. I wonder if my brother still has his. I used it to make my oversized pillowcases last year, but the fabric is getting very thin also. Interestingly, hubby says he had that exact one as a kid as well.
I feel a little like Linus right now ... I just threw away an old blanket I've been carrying around from state to state for over thirty years.
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I'm wondering how many soldiers had blankies with them?
That's kind of sweet.
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