i threw a baby shower this weekend - photos coming soon - and had a vision of blankets and blankets and blankets thrown across the lawn in a shaded spot under the trees.
i had a vision, but no blankets.
you know how there are those people {maybe you're that person} who has a pile or closet full of blankets and quilts and homemade numbers from your whole life through? i'm not that person. but i die to be that person.
i bought a throw from target {clearance $7.99} when i moved into my house five years ago and another from ikea i used to keep at the foot of my bed. not because it was really great, but because it matched.
i own one blanket - that's not even rightfully mine - that qualifies as a blanket in my mind:
the shanty blanket
the polyester, patchwork, mis-shaped and thread-bare thang of a blanket, as pulled from the front closet. when we graduated, we raided the place of everything with even a hint of character. everything shant-ified was divided among us since we wouldn't be living in that house anymore and it would no longer be "the little white shanty". we returned it to its original state as "the webster house". i think that blanket survived the teton flood, and even the distribution of grandma webster's estate when she died.
and now it lives in the trunk of my car and it's my only blanket.
i want more.
how does a girl become a blanket person?
hard work? a sewin machine? a crafty mother? or do i need to get married have a wedding reception in order to get what i want?
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