A post about a blanket. Seriously.

I have a blanket. And I'm not ashamed to admit it. But I'm still not sure how it happened.

I was never the kid who was super attached to inanimate objects. I didn't have a special blankie or binkie or stuffed animal. I wasn't the kid in preschool who screamed because they couldn't take their nasty, ratty scrap of blanket into class and I didn't secretly bring my most special childhood teddy bear to college. Aside from pictures and letters, I don't really get attached to objects of any kind. I'm the anti-packrat. I'll donate or throw away anything. I'm more likely to get rid of something and regret it later than to save something for sentimental value. Want proof? I'm putting my wedding dress in a box this week and shipping it off to another bride. And I couldn't be happier about it.

So - how'd I end up with a blanket at the age of 27? I guess you could blame Restoration Hardware for making the most amazing blanket ever. Seriously. I brought this blanket on my honeymoon. I. Am. Not. Kidding.

I present to you Restoration Hardware's Luxury Plush Throw.

You will not believe how incredibly soft this blanket is. It's like snuggling up with a bunny rabit - without the gross bunny rabbit part. It's the perfect size for one person and it's pretty enough to fold up and leave on the end of the couch. Unless you're me and you drag it with you Linus-style throughout the house. When it got chilly last fall The Mister tried to share the blanket with me on the couch. That whole "what's mine is yours" thing? Notsomuch when it comes to this blanket. He got a blanket of his very own that Christmas. And I do believe our marriage is better for it.

I'm 90% sure Michael Jackson named his kid "Blanket" as an homage to this very blanket.

Moral of the story - get one for yourself. You'll thank me. In fact, unless you live alone, get two. You won't want to share. Have someone on your holiday gift list that's impossible to shop for? They will love this blanket. I'd scoot over to Restoration Hardware soon - they're on sale and I just might buy the lot!

Hint, hint, B. A certain wife of yours would really appreciate a back-up blankey. God forbid something ever happen to mine. You know it's only a matter of time before I dump a Diet Coke all over it. You wouldn't want me to steal yours would you? (I'd like the brown one this time - thanks!) xoxo