A Story About A Blanket

Once upon a time, there was a bolt of fabric in a store.  It was a soft, light fleece of geometric shapes. 

I suppose the color theme was popular once.

Several yards came home with me and I sewed on a satin trim with care, all the way around.

It kept me warm in the family room on chilly evenings, watching TV.

That little bit of fabric found a better purpose than keeping me warm.  Others needed it more.

It became the dogalope’s blanket. 

It cushioned Schemie’s kennel at night and became the favorite resting spot for Sheba.

 

Always a bit of safety for them.

 

Then poor, neglected Britty came home, and it enveloped her with warmth and comfort.  You are home and safe now.

Her first Christmas of her life.

They all loved that bit of fabric that took on a life of its own. 

It earned the title of BLANKIE!

That silly pattern, so obnoxious now, comforted Berry on her journey to the bridge, covering her body in peace and solace.

Over the years, that silly bit of fleece gave comfort to many.

And now, almost 20 years later, it split, amoeba-like, to serve 2 purposes.

First, as a covering for Smokey’s carrier for his twice-weekly vet visit in the winter for fluids.

 

Second, as a big, goofy boy’s blankie.

 

 

Best purchase I ever made was those yards of silly, soft fabric.