Blankets, Blankets, Blankets

In order to procrastinate (for emotional stability reasons) on the slideshow I am making of baby Olivia, I am going to pose a simple question:

Why is everyone so obsessed with giving me blankets?

This is certainly not a theme I am going to complain about because I absolutely LOVE blankets, but I just realized how frequently I receive them. Every year on Christmas Eve, someone typically gives me a soft blanket...I like to think of them as couch blankets. Then Katie's mom sent me a blanket, and finally my grandmother practically forced two blankets into my possession this past Christmas. One is soft and warm and pleasantly colored, but I can't say the same for the other. It is black, orange, and brown (the WORST color combination possible) and made out of wool (which doesn't fit in well with my entirely vegan lifestyle). Despite those terrible facts, I absolutely adore this blanket, and here are the reasons why:

1. It was handwoven
2. My grandma gave it to me
3. My grandmother explained that it was her great grandmother's, and considering that my grandma is 95 years old, the blanket is probably 150 years old

How could I not keep it and cherish it?

I.love.blankets.

Please.Send.Blankets.

Whenever.you.want.