Tuesday, January 19, 2009
Something I just remembered. Daughter's blankie. That's not what she actually called him, "blankie" is generic. I don't remember his name. I wonder where he is now.
He was a silky little coverlet that was nice to rub between your fingers when you sucked your thumb, and small and thin enough to carry around draped over your neck.
When he was about three years old, blankie was torn and tattered and badly stained. His fiber-fill was sticking out in tufts. I bought some silky fabric, folded blankie and sewed him into a tube of the new fabric, making sure to sew some of blankie's bits sticking outside the seams, so Daughter could still feel him and be assured that he was really in there.
In first grade she decided she was too old for thumb-sucking, and shortly after she gave up the thumb, blankie got relegated to a shelf in her bedroom, where he spent the next eleven years, alone, neglected, forgotten.
When she went to college, she took him with her.
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I remembered. His name was Huggie, and he's currently in the basement of the country house, in one of the boxes that came home with her from college. (Note that as of this writing, Daughter is 40 years old.)
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