No, really. It IS my blankie. From when I was a sweet, adorable, perfect child. (don't laugh!)
Cute, right? Aren't all those animals just the sweetest?
This turned up when we were moving my grandmother. I have no idea why she has had it all these years. She said she just couldn't throw it away. (Uh, yeah, she can't throw anything away.)
The side you see here in the picture is as soft as a baby's butt. The problem is the other side. It is virtually shredded. Years of washing did it in. And because it's quilted, I can't exactly removed just the top and salvage it.
Closer inspection than I will show here reveals tales of childhood. Stains from bloody noses are still present. Gross, I know, but there they are. I know that blanket has been bled on, puked on and probably worse, but only the blood stains remain.
I guess it will be up to me to throw it away. I would never have thought of it or cared about it, had it not turned up during the move. I thought taking pictures of it would make me feel better about tossing it, but here I am writing about it. I'm so damn sentimental!
I do have a couple of my son's baby blankets tucked into a blanket bag for saving. But I'm passing them onto him when he becomes a father. I swear!
Do you have stuff that was yours as a child? What do you do with it? How much are you saving of your own child's things?And when will you give it to them?