you know how some kids have a pacifier or suck their thumb? we have a sort of instinct for comforting ourselves in some way. but for me, it wasn't a pacifier and it wasn't my thumb, it was my blankie, pinky. my grandma bought it for me even before i was born, boldly buying pink, sure that i was a girl. and indeed she was right. and oh, how i loved that blanket. it started off soft with silky pink band on the edges. from the countless washings, the softness eventually became all nobbly and bally, but that just endeared it to me even more. i developed a habit of twisting a particularly good little bally bit between my fingers as a soothing act.
as i carried it around, it grew ever smaller. my parents tried to make me get rid of it, but i refused. they eventually gave up, as long as i didn't actually drag it around in public. but that was ok, i really only needed it to sleep anyway. eventually, pinky was just a faded greyish handful of knotted-together bits (which i still have tucked away in a chest). i moved on to another blanket that was equally bally and in fact, was dubbed bally--bally came to college with me. and after bally came ballette and then i think ballene. one time, i accidentally left bally in a hotel room (inside a pillow case) and we actually drove more than an hour back to get it. it was that important to my sanity me.
the one i have now, i don't think i named, or if i did i don't remember what i called it. and at my advanced age, i don't actually have to carry it around with me anymore in order to sleep, tho' sometimes i'll admit i want to. my family thinks i'm a bit mad. husband tolerates it with an indulgent smile and sabin asks me frequently exactly what it is i love about that blanket. but it's hard to explain a lifetime of comfort derived from a shabby piece of fabric, so i guess i don't give her a satisfactory answer. and she keeps asking.
sabin seems to have inherited the predilection a bit, with her love for her ning. which you can also see in this post. for her, it's more about rubbing the corners on her cheek, as her ning isn't bally at all. those corners are pretty worn out these days and i'm going to have to make her a new cover for her little baby down comforter, because she does like to have it when she's trying to sleep. just like her mom.
and the blanket in these pictures, not The Blankie, but #55 in the evidence of creativity--a soft fleecy cuddly that i made last weekend for those chilly nights in the garden, when i just can't bear to come in. i may be spilling my secrets this month, but the appearance of the real blankie will remain, just that, a secret.
you know you want to play along too...come on, tell me a secret.
as i carried it around, it grew ever smaller. my parents tried to make me get rid of it, but i refused. they eventually gave up, as long as i didn't actually drag it around in public. but that was ok, i really only needed it to sleep anyway. eventually, pinky was just a faded greyish handful of knotted-together bits (which i still have tucked away in a chest). i moved on to another blanket that was equally bally and in fact, was dubbed bally--bally came to college with me. and after bally came ballette and then i think ballene. one time, i accidentally left bally in a hotel room (inside a pillow case) and we actually drove more than an hour back to get it. it was that important to my sanity me.
the one i have now, i don't think i named, or if i did i don't remember what i called it. and at my advanced age, i don't actually have to carry it around with me anymore in order to sleep, tho' sometimes i'll admit i want to. my family thinks i'm a bit mad. husband tolerates it with an indulgent smile and sabin asks me frequently exactly what it is i love about that blanket. but it's hard to explain a lifetime of comfort derived from a shabby piece of fabric, so i guess i don't give her a satisfactory answer. and she keeps asking.
sabin seems to have inherited the predilection a bit, with her love for her ning. which you can also see in this post. for her, it's more about rubbing the corners on her cheek, as her ning isn't bally at all. those corners are pretty worn out these days and i'm going to have to make her a new cover for her little baby down comforter, because she does like to have it when she's trying to sleep. just like her mom.
and the blanket in these pictures, not The Blankie, but #55 in the evidence of creativity--a soft fleecy cuddly that i made last weekend for those chilly nights in the garden, when i just can't bear to come in. i may be spilling my secrets this month, but the appearance of the real blankie will remain, just that, a secret.
you know you want to play along too...come on, tell me a secret.
