Meet my blankie. Yes, blankie. I don't sleep with it or anything but I love it. I loved it so much that when I was little, it was wrecked. So much so that I was made to believe it was gone forever at one point. I was sad by that.
Then when I was in college, my family and I were at my great aunts house. She gave me a package and inside was my blankie redone. I guess my parents had given it to her on the sly to repair. To this day it's one of my favorite material possessions.
I am having a sad night so I think this might to the night that blankie actually stays in bed with me. You know, for old time sake. wink.
Happy Monday!
No comments:
Post a Comment