I have had this blanket essentially since birth. I say "essentially" because in Preschool the knucklehead custodian decided to wash my blanket, and it was destroyed, so my mom gave me my sister's identical blanket as a replacement. Lindsey had no problem with this until later years when she decided she had been shafted and demanded another blanket. Regardless, this beautiful, delicate, piece of fabric has been around and VERY LOVED for 25 years.This past Thanksgiving, I was with my friend Jaime's family, and my blanket was exposed because apparently it's filthy & not all 26-year-olds take their childhood blankets where ever they go. Turns out, I'm just that unique. I don't HAVE to have it with me. I'm not that psychologically damaged. I would just be crushed if I left it at home and something happened to it.
Thanksgiving brought up the possibility of/need to wash it. It's taken me a few weeks to swallow that fact since my first blanket was so tragically lost in a washing accident. However, tonight I finally mustered the courage to give it a bath. And I was incredibly shocked at how nasty it was. Suffice it to say, I'm slightly embarrassed.
Of course I documented this momentous occasion because as I was prepping to wash it I realized it had been probably 10 years since it had been bathed. I know, slightly hazardous to my health, but now it's all clean!
The first bowl of water (brought to you by the makers of Ajax Antibacterial Dish Soap in Orange):
The dirt left in the bottom after the first wash:
After 4 bowls of soapy water and a few rinses, we have a cleaner blanket!
So I realize this thing hardly resembles a blanket, but humor me people. It's MY BLANKIE. And... it's almost an heirloom. Also, I can now see the original stripes of pink, blue, and yellow, but I'm afraid it will never be fuzzy & white with a delicate satin trim again.
