The “Blue Cotton Blanket” has been traveling lately. You can find it over at Sanctified Together’s April edition of “Life is a Vapor” (click here to visit). Since I wrote about the blue cotton blanket, I have been trying to find the one picture of it from when it went to college with me. My sweet mom dug into the picture box and pulled it out for me to share with you. You can now see how truly loved is the blue cotton blanket. It traveled with me to a soccer tournament this weekend. It kept the chill from the rain under an umbrella, it covered my son while he slept, and, on the long ride home, he used it as a pillow against the window. It is on his bed again.
The Blue Cotton Blanket
One upon a time, long ago, where blue grass grew in Main Street America, and front porch swings were a safe place to watch life go by, I packed my bags, folded up my new cobalt blue comforter with Dogwood Rose colored flowers to go out in the world and, if not meet my destiny, then hunt it down like a terrior unleashed who finds the world so big that sometimes it is hard to figure which way to go.
My comforter was there through my college career, wrapped around me as I studied, worked on projects, or just needed a comfort moment. In a college dorm room, bedding is the primary décor statement (wall décor second). My Cobalt blue comforter with its Dogwood Rose colored flowers symbolized my boldness – no weak, thinned out blue pastel or wall flower pink – no – I was going to shape my future to my dreams – Cobalt blue spoke strength, determination, adventure.
Three years later, I stepped further into my future. My spirit gentled. My new comforter was Shabby Chic White with faint slashes of tea green and misty rose. My fading Cobalt Blue comforter, now Carolina Blue found itself folded over a chair for cuddling on the couch or naps.
Until my son was born. The blue seemed to brighten with a renewed vitality. Thrown on the floor, it provided a soft place to fall. As morning wore on, sleepiness pulling both of us, we’d wrap the blue around and fall into the snuggly Kingdom of Nap.
When he turned 2, I decorated his Big Boy Room. He picked out a Snoopy Quilt with a blue background for his Big Boy Bed. During nap time one afternoon, when he was just 3, he dragged his blanket into my room, setting it on my bed. “I think you should have this blanket, Mom. It’s so much nicer. I’ll let you have it,” he said as he slowly inched my fading into stone washed Corn Silk blue blanket over his shoulders and backed out of the room. “I’ll just take this one since you won’t be needing it now that you have my nice Snoopy blanket.”
And there began a back and forth, a sneak and take for a few years until it just stayed in his room, wrapped around him during sleep, snuggly time, movie time, and, yes, even spend the night time. Time faded the blanket to periwinkle. Not all the seams were there. That blanket went with him to college, all faded and full of memories. The pink had washed to a leached out white.
One day, he brought The Girl home, the girl who would be his wife. They set a date. Then, one Christmas, six months before the wedding, he came home with his blanket and left it behind. The faded blue blanket just lay there. . . . .
Until one day, my 3rd son picked it up, wrapped it around himself, and wandered off with it to snuggle into sleep, watch a movie, or read, even on overnight sleepovers – terribly faded, terribly worn, terribly loved –
(I had to wrestle it away to take a picture).
It never stays folded or alone long.
Awww! Thanks for the update on blue cotton blanket! How incredible to have such a treasured memory as a part of your family heritage. 🙂
What a great story! I love all of the memories behind this one blanket! What a great piece to share with your family. I hope you can keep it forever and always hold the tradition of the blue blanket. 🙂
What a beautiful story of the blue blanket, one which surely is going places and one which I think I would love to have too. Something about blanket, the oldest it is, the more comfortable it gets. 🙂
Love this…
Happy Monday!
Oh wow! Its story even warms our hearts! Blessings to you sister.
That’s a wonderful story. The blanket sure gets around a lot…what a special thing to share among the family.
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It sounds like a super sized lovie.Stopping from SITS!
The blue balnket was the best yet. How old is the blanket?
Wouldn’t that be giving away my age, which a good southern girl never does? Hhhmmmm, since I just couldn’t be specific, how about this: I bought it to take to college as a Freshman. My oldest son is a college graduate. Hhhmmmm, just how old could the blue blanket be?
And, really, mom, you should know the answer:) LOL (which means laugh out loud)