It came with us last night to the concert. (Follow that link. Read about them. Buy their album. Love them. Because I said so!)
Here's Lindsay and Camille showing some blanket love:
We call it the watermelon blanket because of it's watermelon print. My grandma thought it was cute. "Look," she said as we opened it up, "Watermelon! I thought it was really fun."
No Grandma, not just really fun. HYSTERICALLY FUN! Because it's not just a watermelon print:
Picture it: my grandma, white hair, sensible shoes, faithful Mormon woman of pioneer heritage who wrote hymns for fun, standing in line at the fabric store with a bolt of Southern Comfort material and having no idea how much joy and laughter that blanket would give us. Priceless.
7 comments:
I love your grandma for making this quilt. I love that she had no clue what Southern Comfort was. I love, love, love this blanket. Where can I find some Southern Comfort fabric to make my charming future granddaughters? I need it.
Alas - I am already scathed by the world.
I miss Grandma. (both)
So cute. I love that she did a very grandmothery thing like making a comfy and warm blanket, but also used Southern Comfort fabric. Every aspect of your life is infused with comedy.
I'm just wondering who has tap tapped that in a will. Not that it will make it that long, but still. Someone's got to have dibs on that.
I'll tap tap it!
Grandma may have other-than-consciously saw the word "comfort" on the fabric and intended that into the blanket as she stitched it for her family...and it WORKED! I have no explanation for "bites" part.
Grandma's are the best explanation for God on the planet. Charity in action. I miss mine. And I love watching my mom be one.
WE LOVE that blanket too!!
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