Some of you may be thinking this a little extreme, and maybe it is. But, if you knew my blanket you would probably feel the same way.
About 3 years ago, I started the search for the perfect down comforter. I checked most of the regular places: Bed Bath and Beyond, Mervyn's, Target, etc. You name it, and I probably looked there. Everywhere I went I was continually disappointed by the expensive, flat blankets that America had to offer. Eventually my Mom suggested we check out Ikea. What a brilliant idea. Soon after arriving in the bedding section I found it. Big and fluffy, just waiting for me to take it home, so we could start our perfect relationship.
My comforter is about 3x the size of a regular down comforter (maybe even more). Some people have described it as a gigantic pillow. I describe it as heaven. It is so perfect that no other blankets or sheets are required. During the winter it is so large and fluffy that none of the cold could ever make it in. During the summer it is light and airy allowing for airflow to reach all of the necessary places. I can’t imagine sleeping without it. When plausible, I will take it with me on my overnight adventures. It has been with me to the mountains, the river and the Wollenzien’s.
Over the years my love for it has grown to the point of being slightly possessive and a little jealous. I don’t much like it when other people come to my house and see it and decided they want to snuggle up in it. A while ago Becky and Erin were having an S.O. (sleep over) at my place. I left the room for a minute to brush my teeth and when I came back there they were snuggled up in my blanket. I guess the protective mother instinct kicked in or something, but the next thing I know we were in a full wrestling match. The 2 of them against me, I struggled so hard just so I could have my blanket back, safe in my arms where it belongs.
I love it so much that I have even contemplated telling my future husband (whoever he might be) that he will have to get his own blanket. Dave says that would be a huge red flag for any guy, so I am reconsidering.
Last night I had this dream that one of the students at the school I work at borrowed my blanket and put it in the washing machine. When she took it out it was ruined. In my dream I could feel my heart breaking. I was in that panic state where you just don’t know what to do, where the only option is tears. Fortunately, I woke up this morning warm and at peace in the comfort of my blanket. A feeling of relief flooded through my body and soul.
Right now I feel peaceful knowing that in a couple of hours I will be safe, crawling into my bed ready to spend another glorious night with my one true love.
3 comments:
I think all married couples should have their own blankets at night- you see I sleep perfectly still like a zombie and Nic thrashes around like a demon. I think you should start looking for another one to give your husband as gift on your wedding night, if he has one of his own he can't blame you for not sharing yours!
zombies and demons? that is funny, Amanda.
As for "blanket paradise", my comment is this: I saw the actual wrestle with Erin and Becky, and it was ugly. Don't mess with the blanket!
Oh, I am glad you put a picture up.
PS. I am so stoked for Ikea to open up! One more month!
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