best ever goes bad
One of my favorite posts on this blog is called Best Ever and it’s about Maggie’s blanket. I knit the blanket before she was born, before I even knew she would be a she. I couldn’t have known what a big part of our lives one little blanket would become.
Maggie was two days old with her blanket by her side in that picture (and now that I think about it, she looks like she’s trying to get her thumb into her mouth!). Here she is this morning, blanket by her side and thumb in her mouth.
The past few weeks have been rough for the blanket. It went from mildly ragged to State of Emergency.
You can see that I repaired a hole once, but this time the unraveling happened quickly and with a ferocity that I was unprepared for. I won’t dare wash it anymore (stinky!) and the blanket is used almost daily for games of tug-o-war between Maggie and Jerry. I cringe, I really do.
Coincidentally, a few weeks ago Maggie asked me to knit her a new blanket. I was elated! I got more yarn (same exact shade of Plymouth Encore Worsted, #668!) and cast on. Since then I’ve heard everything from “that’s not my blanket” to “can I have it now?” Two year olds cannot be taken at their word.
In light of the rapid deterioration of the original blanket, I’m glad we have a plan for a new one. But I wonder how we’ll transition from old to new and if she’ll be interested in a different blanket. I don’t want tears.
The whole feeling, smell, texture, weight of the old blanket is what she cherishes. The new one, well, it’s just a blanket.
I’ll let you know how it goes…
edited – just if you’re interested: