this blankey was given to jodi throckmorton when she was a baby by Virginia Wareheim, a friend of her mother's and my sister's baby-sitter. she’s been sleeping with blankey since then. her mom offered her $500 when she was in high school to get rid of it--blankey was so important to her that she refused. she wishes that blankey were a keepsake that she could store in a chest or put away for safe-keeping, but she still relies on it for a comfort (not in a creepy way...of course). it is seriously degraded--every morning she finds pieces under her pillow, on the floor, in her dog's fur. it started crumbling when she was in high school and her grandmother tried her best to keep it mended until it was too late. she tries to think of it as an ephemeral object...but her husband worries about what will happen when it finally falls completely apart. will she ever sleep again?! oddly enough, she was never ashamed of it or embarrassed that she would be made fun of (which she certainly was). it's a running joke with family and friends and makes a yearly appearance for family on Christmas morning.










