Blanket coverage .....

       I am probably going to start this post and quit
about a hundred times.  Although it is about a fairly
simple subject I've had my brain working overtime
for the last couple days thinking of why such a simple
thing never came to me before.  I'm sure you all know
the process,  You think of one thing that leads to
another, then another until you are completely off of
the subject you started on.  Or at least you think you
are.  Every now and then a thought or memory comes
along that ties your memories all together with a big bow.
     This whole thing started a little while ago when I
mentioned a pocket knife I had as a kid.  After writing
the blog I sort of took a long walk down memory lane
remembering my grandparents.  (stay with me here or
skip back and read the post .. there really was a
connection  lol)  So many memories came back, and
not necessarily important ones.  For instance my
Grandmothers ever present apron or the smell of
Grand-pap's pipe tobacco (Cutty-Pipe if I remember right).,
and their bed.  Yes I said bed.  It was the highest bed
in the world if I remember right. Or maybe I was a bit
small.  Looking back it was probably that way to make
it easier to get in and out of.   An idea I'm starting to warm
up to   lol  And on their bed was a homemade quilt.
Not just any quilt mind you but an over sized, overstuffed,
extra long, double wide giant quilt.  Being of young age I
never weighed the quilt but I'm guessing right around
a ton would be a safe number.  It was heavy enough that
covering up with it made it hard to breath .  At least that's
how I remember it.  However !!!!  Any time I was there
during a storm or had some sort of traumatic experience
like a cut finger (see previous post)  I knew for a fact
that quilt was my safe haven  !  Times like that was where
it's unpenetrable heft really did shine.
       Ok.. dream sequence over.  Several years ago I was
walking through Walmart and spotted these patchwork
quilts. A red one. with the little yarn tufts just like the
one on my grandparents bed !  Except it was  third of the
size, not nearly as thick and weighed about as much as
one of the squares in the old one.  But it was the best the
Chinese had to offer at that time and I always liked the
pattern so I bought one.  Now my wife has some very
nice hand quilted quilts that she has acquired over the years
but they are cedar chest queens and occasionally display
queens never intended for real use.  I figured this impostor
would fill in nicely.  I was wrong.  The word tacky was
thrown around for a while and it was delegated to the spare
bedroom after the kids left.  Ironically that is where I sometimes
take my afternoon siestas so I guess it worked out after all.
I think it was last winter on a bitter cold day and I was home
alone and in desperate need of a nap.  Retiring to the spare room
I covered up with the quilt and settled down for a quick snooze.
Something was amiss.  Without thinking I got up and retrieved
a large Hudson Bay wool blanket from the 'that's too scratchy'
section of the closet and sandwiched it between a flat sheet and
my Wally World quilt .  Ahhhh best nap ever !  That combination
has remained on that bed ever since (sans wash day of course) and
whenever I'm not feeling well or I have a bug up my butt that's
where I head.  I climb under my sixty pound blanket combo and
all is right with the world.
      The most amazing thing is that I had never ever made that
connection throughout the years.  I just thought I'd found a new
comfort zone for my down times.  Until the other day when I
took that little trip down memory lane I had never given any
thought whatsoever to why I was drawn to that room when I
was feeling down.  I guess Grandma knew best !