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:)I would love for each quilt I make for someone to look like this 30 years later, but I know this kind of bond with a blanket or stuffed animal is a rare thing. But isn’t it a lovely idea?