Tiny-Small has a security blanket. It’s a quilt I made. She has to have it to sleep with every night. If it gets left outside, in the car, or at someone’s house it’s the end of the world. When we can’t find it before bedtime we all feel a little anxious. Luckily that doesn’t happen too often. She almost always knows where she left it.
I often joke that her blanket is like the Velveteen Rabbit. It’s been well-loved and all of that love turns it into a real family member. All of that love has also turned it into a bit of a ragamuffin. The first layer of binding has worn away and it has more patches than a pair of jeans from the 1970’s. It’s certainly got a personality all of it’s own.
I was thinking the other day about how it has practically transformed into a new blanket with all of the new fabrics that have been sewn over the old fabrics. It’s changed color a few times too. The other day my mom actually asked, “Does her blanket need to be washed or is it always kind of gray and dusty looking like this?” The whites are no longer whites, the purples are no longer vibrant, and it has taken an overall turn toward gray over the past year.
So, the other day, with giant, new holes covering the top of her blanket, I got out the sewing machine and started making repairs. I added some nice bright fabrics. I added some princess fabrics. I added some batting in places where it had gotten thin. It has a new look and weight to it, but Tiny-Small loves it just the same.
She still lingers around the washer and dryer waiting for her blanket to emerge whenever I convince her to let me wash it. She loves the blanket. It certainly is her Velveteen Rabbit. It won’t be long before she gives it up and puts it up on the shelf with the Paddington Bear from my childhood, my own, personal Velveteen Rabbit. I secretly hope that doesn’t happen too soon. She’s growing up too fast as it is.
I think her blanket is starting to look like a piece of mixed media art. It just needs a few more layers and a few more years of love.