Comments on: Security Blankets

By: Anne

Anne — Mon, 17 May 2010 19:53:53 +0000

I totally had a blankie. Still have it, actually. I couldn’t bear to give it away, so it’s stuffed at the WAY back of a dresser drawer. It’s totally faded with cows jumping over the moon. I really should throw that thing away….

By: Jenn M @ Post Mommy

Jenn M @ Post Mommy — Sat, 15 May 2010 15:31:24 +0000

My children are like yours; they never got attached to anything in particular when they were very young (unless you count the oldest one’s thumb…heh) but our very good friend’s daughter did. It got lost–and probably on the worst day possible. Her mom was in the hospital giving birth to her baby brother. She was in the toy store being consoled because she ABSOLUTELY didn’t want him (isn’t it refreshing how honest kids are about that?). So, here she is, devastated about her new little brother, and NO LOVEY to make it better. I had never seen daggers in a 4-year-old’s eyes before that. I’m pretty sure she thought the baby ate it.

Wandered over from another blog, glad to find yours!

By: Kristen @ Motherese

Kristen @ Motherese — Sat, 15 May 2010 15:00:15 +0000

I was obsessed for a little too long with my “blankie,” a white (well, graying) cellular blanket with satin (well, poly-blend) trim. I remember nervously pacing in the kitchen whenever my mom had the audacity to wash it.

My older son has an endlessly rotating collection of “guys” that he sleeps with. We used to travel with a veritable menagerie, but have stopped since he’s become willing to substitute a teddy bear for a lamb or a Clifford for a Mickey.

By: jennifer

jennifer — Sat, 15 May 2010 02:59:21 +0000

Wonderful story about ROAR. In our family, there is a stuffed tiger named Hobbes….yes, derivative. Hobbes was once left at the swimming pool on the very last day. We went back in the gloom of dusk, found the gates padlocked, and sent our youngest child slipping through a crack in the chain link fence. Hobbes was reunited with his rightful owner! Like your Aquarium tale, these stories are the stuff of legend.

By: jennifer

jennifer — Sat, 15 May 2010 01:53:31 +0000

A yellow blanket called “purple blankie” is too hilarious. And clearly Adam is not alone is cherishing the diminishing fragments of the original love object.
WOOBIE! That’s so great. So is stapling your beloved blankie. My, the lengths we go to in the name of preservation!

By: Sylvia Spaeth Brayton

Sylvia Spaeth Brayton — Fri, 14 May 2010 22:27:48 +0000

Don’t let this out but both of my boys (18 & 13) still have their “woobie”. Both are faded with a few holes them and thin in other spots. The satin edging is all gone- Will and I have discussed if I should turn it into a ‘ragdoll’ for him to take to college- we’ll see. Nick still takes woobie with us on vaction and on trips as a piece of home. I really can’t complain too much- I travel with my pillow so I can sleep better ( or so I tell myself). My blankie was finally trashed after I stapled it back together when I was 12. Mom taught me to sew shortly after that.

By: goofdad

goofdad — Fri, 14 May 2010 18:58:41 +0000

I wasn’t a tactile kid, but my sister had a “purple blankie” (it was yellow). Don’t ask why it was her “purple blankie”, because we never figured it out. It used to bother my mother to think that perhaps she was color blind or somesuch.

As to the keeping a scrap … Adam actualy took down the shears behind his curtains because he loved the texture so much. He wore it like a blanket for years. Last I checked, yes, he still had a scrap of it in his bed. Glad to know he’s not the only one!

By: jennifer

jennifer — Fri, 14 May 2010 14:41:00 +0000

Lindsay, I just remember that someone referred to Liam’s lost blanket as being “engraved” instead of “monogrammed” which was so funny. Yes, Spencer is one of those super-tactile kids, no doubt about it.
Emily, I would also love to find that book, Jane’s Blanket. If I ever stumble upon it, I promise I will give it to you, even if it’s worth $100.
Becky, wow, the story of Grandma Presley and her quilts is wonderful! I wonder if Elvis possessed one. And of course you love textiles, especially cotton – that’s what binds we VTLCers together!

By: becky up a hill

becky up a hill — Fri, 14 May 2010 14:16:05 +0000

My cousin and I were the same age. My Dad and Her Mama were siblings. So we pretty much spent our childhood together. Her grandmother, known as ‘Grandma Presley’ made quilts. She made my baby quilt and a large full size quilt. I still have them both. Condition, all things considered not that bad. I can still remember the way those cotton quilts felt. To this day, lovely soft cotton makes me dreamy. Grandma Presley was a tough southern tobacco chewing granny, and caused my aunt no end of misery. Yes, then there was her last name, Presley..related yes. So I call my quilts ‘The Presley Quilts’.

By: Joanzbenz

Joanzbenz — Fri, 14 May 2010 14:11:24 +0000

My almost 12-year-old daughter still has her much loved and treasured stuffed lion which was given to her when she was just a baby. ROAR, as she appropriately named him, has had many adventures like the day he was left at the New Jersey State Aquarium in a viewing window. After a few frantic phone calls and a long ride back to the aquarium, 4-year-old daughter and beloved Roar were unbelievably reunited. Several identical “Roars” were purchased from T. Brumble back in the day to avoid the “Where’s Roar???” drama, but my daughter could always spot a fake a mile away. Only the original would work. Roar has been the subject of quite a few journal entries in elementary school and even prompted an “Adventures of Roar” book in 2nd grade. Great memories to treasure for both my daughter and me. I’m glad Roar is still on her nightstand…even if he is showing his age. His patches and sew jobs show just how much he is loved.