This is one of my prized possessions.
Not because it compliments my décor.
Not because it is worth millions.
Not because I think it will impress visitors.
I prize it for the memories it holds.
A brief history of the purple fuzzy blanket
I received this throw blanket as a Christmas present sometime in the early 70s. (As should be obvious by the stunning purple/blue/green fabric.)
It was lovingly made by my Grandmother, who was firmly of the opinion that all girls went through a “purple phase.” I was apparently going through mine when she made the blanket. She made one for my cousin Matt also. His had gold fur faced with black corduroy with a Steelers logo applique. Apparently boys don’t go through a “purple phase.”
Over the next few years Grandma made each of us grandkids a blanket. Each featured a different color of fake fur. So far as I remember, the rest of them had much tamer fabrics. Their loss.
Love at first sight
I put my blanket to use right away. It was the perfect size to cover a young girl who loved to curl up on the couch while reading a book.
The purple fur was wonderfully soft and snuggly, and it kept me toasty warm during chilly winter afternoons. It was especially nice after a few hours of sledding or snow-fort building.
My fuzzy blanket and I spent many, many hours reading books together.
The blanket followed me to college, and then to my first house. I was a little bigger now, but it was still the perfect size for snuggling under while reading.
It was also handy as an extra blanket layer on really cold nights.
The rest of the family may roll their eyes at Mom’s ugly blanket, but I don’t care. Many of my happiest childhood hours were spent with my purple fuzzy blanket. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Can you blame me?
What treasures do you have that bring back happy childhood times? Are those items packed in a box in the attic, or are they out where you can still use them?
Maybe it’s time to dig out that wonky ceramic bowl you made in art class, or that sweet little charm bracelet you used to wear to school every single day. Go ahead, ignore a Pinterest-perfect house and enjoy the things that are truly valuable!
Kathy Rupff says
Hi Lisa, I had a swim team bathing suit in the 70s that had a similar pattern/colors to your blanket! Love it. My Mom made me a crayon bag (remember crayon bags?) when I was in kindergarten that I still treasure. Light blue fabric with white & yellow ‘yarn’ daisies and my name ‘Kathy J.’ This epitomizes my Mom’s creativity and gentle, caring love, and is such a joy to my heart. It hangs now in my art room. Thank you so much for your wonderful post!
Lisa says
Good for you for displaying your treasure proudly!
Beth Ellis says
What an appropriate thought to lead into Thanksgiving week.I hope it sets us all thinking.
Lisa says
We do indeed have much to be thankful for. Even furry blankets.