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.
I'm wondering how many soldiers had blankies with them?
ReplyDeleteThat's kind of sweet.