If you, like me, have crawled out from under some type of warm covering,
still bleary-eyed and are now sipping on your coffee. . . . . . . you are perhaps
remembering all the things you meant to do yesterday!
Yikes, I almost forgot today was Scribble Picnic time and the
theme is BLANKET!
With painters now continuing the cottage renovation I'm being kept busy.
We lost our Google Fiber service yesterday afternoon - along with 9,000
other customers - and it wasn't repaired until later last night. Needless to say
there was no computer/TV activity, however I did get to finish a good book.
Last week I looked at piles of blankets and throws online - a throw is of course
just a scaled-down version of a blanket. I looked at authentic tartans, designer plaids,
airy cotton, moulting mohair, pilling acrylic and such, but had a hard time
finding real old-fashioned 100% wool blankets, other than perhaps Pendleton plaids.
Why real wool blankets? Because in England, as a child, I had a love/hate
relationship with Australian wool blankets! With no central heating, our bedrooms
were often freezing cold in winter and our only nighttime warmth came from
those 'oh-so-heavy' natural cream colored blankets. Yes they were lifesavers,
but also impossible to move/turn over under their weight. I recall it feeling like an
entire herd of woolly Aussie sheep were piled on top of me!
But oh how warm they were, I've never forgotten them.
I did come across this neatly boxed Australian baby blanket.
Every little one should have a BAA BAA BLANKET.
Have just now edited the photo to a sketch and took a bit of liberty
with watercolor pencils and such.
Here's the original below.
Looking forward to being enveloped in beautiful blankets over
at Michael's SCRIBBLE PICNIC today.
Hope you go visit, and don't forget, we'd love to have you join
in each week or whenever you have time.