We are experimenting with ways to keep our electric bill down. One of them was to turn the temperature down to 60 (which really means it's about 40) and just dress really warm. Wool socks and a hoodie aren't cutting it for me. Husband consented to turn it up a notch when I threatened to break out the blanket-that-shall-not-be-named.
I don't understand the problem. I mean, sure, it's over 30 years old and it's been stained by barf and nosebleeds and boogers ... but it's been washed multiple times. In both detergent and bleach. He claims that the life of a blanket is 5 to 10 years. But who are we to set limits on a the life of a blanket with so much potential?
It doesn't have much to do with Rainbow Bright herself... though I did really love playing with that color form set when I was little. The 80s might have had bad hair, but they had great toys.
I love this blanket because my mom made it for me, and it's been the perfect weight and softness to bring comfort to a sick girl for many, many years. And, honestly, even though Husband is my favorite, he's only been in my life for a fraction of that time. I threw away my old feather pillow just for him ... but I'm not sure I'm ready to give up the blanket.
Um. Do not throw away that blanket. I hope you can be warm enough without pulling it out though! I laughed out loud when I saw the picture!
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