Comfort Objects
January 11, 2015 9:19 AM Subscribe
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”
― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
posted by EmpressCallipygos at 9:40 AM on January 11, 2015 [23 favorites]
― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
posted by EmpressCallipygos at 9:40 AM on January 11, 2015 [23 favorites]
“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby" I was a bit alarmed till I got to the point where I realized we were talking about a toy.
And yes I had a "blankie" and a stuffed dog, and the dog is in a very sad state at my parents house.
posted by boilermonster at 9:59 AM on January 11, 2015
And yes I had a "blankie" and a stuffed dog, and the dog is in a very sad state at my parents house.
posted by boilermonster at 9:59 AM on January 11, 2015
I think it's because none of the kids are smiling, but there's something very sad about these (to me).
posted by doctor_negative at 10:16 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
posted by doctor_negative at 10:16 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
My mom assures me she found good homes for all of mine, including Pinky (the blanket). Thanks, mom!
shh shhh I can't hear you shhhh
posted by The corpse in the library at 10:18 AM on January 11, 2015 [6 favorites]
shh shhh I can't hear you shhhh
posted by The corpse in the library at 10:18 AM on January 11, 2015 [6 favorites]
My mom assures me she found good homes for all of mine, including Pinky (the blanket). Thanks, mom!
Pinky is the name of our five year old's stuffed kitty, which appears in a majority of her baby pictures either in her arms or in the background, Zelig-like.
posted by AlonzoMosleyFBI at 10:45 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
Pinky is the name of our five year old's stuffed kitty, which appears in a majority of her baby pictures either in her arms or in the background, Zelig-like.
posted by AlonzoMosleyFBI at 10:45 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
I have a 2 year old niece, and she has Cat. Cat is a stuffed Cat in the Hat toy. Cat is also a baby, and a ghost, and someone to play hide and go seek with, and sometimes a chair to sit on, and a pillow, and a hug, and a TV watching companion and ...
posted by jacquilynne at 10:50 AM on January 11, 2015 [4 favorites]
posted by jacquilynne at 10:50 AM on January 11, 2015 [4 favorites]
This one looks like it's straight out of the Overlook Hotel
posted by chavenet at 11:10 AM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
posted by chavenet at 11:10 AM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
This makes me so happy. My parents have kept the mumble 20 or so mumble objects that I used to carry around with me religiously. Whenever I go to their house I get to sit in my new room and admire all the wonderful things they gifted to me, things that brought me great comfort and happiness and continued inspiration. Toys, no matter how basic, are such a fundamental part of becoming who we are meant to be.
posted by Hermione Granger at 11:11 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
posted by Hermione Granger at 11:11 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
I share my bed with my boyfriend and Bunny, the rabbit. No shame.
posted by ChuraChura at 11:20 AM on January 11, 2015 [2 favorites]
posted by ChuraChura at 11:20 AM on January 11, 2015 [2 favorites]
I still have my Teddy and Tiger from childhood, both well-worn. I see them every once in awhile when rooting through my closet. My oldest friends.
posted by Thorzdad at 11:24 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
posted by Thorzdad at 11:24 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
The kids are not smiling - why? Because it's a contemplative and quite serious thing, to deal with beloved blankets and real stuffed animals. The camera holder is a visitor to quite an intimate little world.
(oh, if you must know: most of my stuffed animals became my daughter's and they have been returned to me and now live in a bag amidst lavender smells right upstairs. I sometimes go visit. My son's are on another attic in another country. I hope they're well.)
posted by Namlit at 11:35 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
(oh, if you must know: most of my stuffed animals became my daughter's and they have been returned to me and now live in a bag amidst lavender smells right upstairs. I sometimes go visit. My son's are on another attic in another country. I hope they're well.)
posted by Namlit at 11:35 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
These are great, in a way photos of children never are. (Especially when it comes to the artist's own children.)
I'd love to hear more about how they were made. Especially the instructions given to the children. I wonder if it's the act showing off the objects themselves - a terribly serious and slightly embarrassing thing that the kids know isn't really done in polite company - or some specific instruction that makes these so different from the usual treacle.
"Features," another series on the portfolio menu, is also worth a look.
posted by eotvos at 11:36 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
I'd love to hear more about how they were made. Especially the instructions given to the children. I wonder if it's the act showing off the objects themselves - a terribly serious and slightly embarrassing thing that the kids know isn't really done in polite company - or some specific instruction that makes these so different from the usual treacle.
"Features," another series on the portfolio menu, is also worth a look.
posted by eotvos at 11:36 AM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
I think it's because none of the kids are smiling, but there's something very sad about these (to me).
Perhaps the artist was going for a certain grim Victorian seriousness.
posted by betweenthebars at 11:45 AM on January 11, 2015
Perhaps the artist was going for a certain grim Victorian seriousness.
posted by betweenthebars at 11:45 AM on January 11, 2015
The children don't look contemplative. They look betrayed and confused.
But Eowyn is collecting horses for her personal cavalry.
posted by zennie at 11:51 AM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
But Eowyn is collecting horses for her personal cavalry.
posted by zennie at 11:51 AM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
The individual images are sweet but in aggregate it starts to look like Harry Harlow's monkeys and their surrogate mothers.
posted by tchemgrrl at 12:10 PM on January 11, 2015 [7 favorites]
posted by tchemgrrl at 12:10 PM on January 11, 2015 [7 favorites]
Little Ted was brought home one day by my Nanny from her job as a bus conductress. Someone had left him on the bus and she found him, cleaned him up and gave him to the baby arcticseal pup. He was already well loved and became yet more so over the course of the years. He's at my parents' house in the UK but I can smell his warm, funky smell right now. We're going back for a visit in April, I think he needs to see Canada.
posted by arcticseal at 12:45 PM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
posted by arcticseal at 12:45 PM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
Kind of related: Gabriele Galimberti's Toy Stories project and book. This book completely fascinates the five year old in our house.
posted by recklessbrother at 1:05 PM on January 11, 2015
posted by recklessbrother at 1:05 PM on January 11, 2015
Surely I can't have the only child that doesn't have a "thing", be it a blanket, stuffed animal, book, whatever.
I mean, yes, she'll get attached to something - this week it appears to be "Roly Poly" - but if it gets misplaced, next week it will be "Orange Monkey" or the doctor kit, or the Lego car we built this morning.
posted by madajb at 1:12 PM on January 11, 2015 [2 favorites]
I mean, yes, she'll get attached to something - this week it appears to be "Roly Poly" - but if it gets misplaced, next week it will be "Orange Monkey" or the doctor kit, or the Lego car we built this morning.
posted by madajb at 1:12 PM on January 11, 2015 [2 favorites]
Pictures of people (kids especially) with their favourite things is pretty standard portrait studio fare. If you disregard that hacky hook though, these are pretty arresting portraits. I think it has as much to do with showing the subject in its natural habitat as anything else; most of the people-with-stuff stuff I've seen is against a plain backdrop, and that's just so incredibly boring.
posted by Sys Rq at 2:31 PM on January 11, 2015
posted by Sys Rq at 2:31 PM on January 11, 2015
There's a book about this that I own and love: Creature Comforts: People and Their Security Objects.
My lifelong adoration for brachycephalic dogs is mostly rooted in Chris Mutt, a/k/a Kris Krinkles, a 1984 Target Christmas promotional stuffed Shar-Pei who came into my life in exchange for some change I found on the sidewalk, circa 1988. I've always been a crouton-petter and I found him in the reject box at a rummage sale, so of course he had to come home with me.
And even though it's been almost three decades since that fateful summer day, he's still with me, and I still sleep next to him every night. His stitches have been coming undone for years, so I've been clumsily repairing him and washing him inside of a pillowcase for ages, plus his hat is missing and his scarf is unattached after being hastily snipped off by overzealous hospital staff, but he's been all over the planet with me, and even though he's a little rough around the edges at age 31 -- aren't we all? -- I think he's still just as perfect as he was the day I met him.
The individual images are sweet but in aggregate it starts to look like Harry Harlow's monkeys and their surrogate mothers.
Yeah, pretty much. Chris/Kris is the only presence that has been consistent in my life since birth. I haven't lived with, been around, or known any human being for even half as long as I've 'known' him. Comfort is underrated and transference is a helluva drug, and sometimes you just need something to hold onto.
posted by divined by radio at 2:37 PM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
My lifelong adoration for brachycephalic dogs is mostly rooted in Chris Mutt, a/k/a Kris Krinkles, a 1984 Target Christmas promotional stuffed Shar-Pei who came into my life in exchange for some change I found on the sidewalk, circa 1988. I've always been a crouton-petter and I found him in the reject box at a rummage sale, so of course he had to come home with me.
And even though it's been almost three decades since that fateful summer day, he's still with me, and I still sleep next to him every night. His stitches have been coming undone for years, so I've been clumsily repairing him and washing him inside of a pillowcase for ages, plus his hat is missing and his scarf is unattached after being hastily snipped off by overzealous hospital staff, but he's been all over the planet with me, and even though he's a little rough around the edges at age 31 -- aren't we all? -- I think he's still just as perfect as he was the day I met him.
The individual images are sweet but in aggregate it starts to look like Harry Harlow's monkeys and their surrogate mothers.
Yeah, pretty much. Chris/Kris is the only presence that has been consistent in my life since birth. I haven't lived with, been around, or known any human being for even half as long as I've 'known' him. Comfort is underrated and transference is a helluva drug, and sometimes you just need something to hold onto.
posted by divined by radio at 2:37 PM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
Next: You Won't Believe What Happens When We Take These Kid's Most Treasured Objects Into Another Room And Tell Them That We Ate Them
posted by oceanjesse at 4:04 PM on January 11, 2015 [5 favorites]
posted by oceanjesse at 4:04 PM on January 11, 2015 [5 favorites]
The year I turned four we were living in Sweden for twelve months while my father was on sabbatical. I formed an attachment with a down filled pillow named Tickly. The time came for us to return home to Ireland and everything was packed up and sent off home before we left. We stopped in Liverpool and spent a few days visiting my Dad's Aunt, who was a nun in a convent in Ormskirk. I was tired. We'd been travelling and I was in a strange place. After dinner I asked my Mum for Tickly. "Tickly was left behind," she told me. My world collapsed. I was four, but thirty-six years later I still remember it. It was devastating to me. My parents aren't monsters, it was probably just a bad call on their part. They saw it as a bad habit and this was their opportunity to nip it in the bud. I mean, come on, as they saw it their son's best friend was a fucking pillow. It's nice to read the comments above where people's comforters are kept at home for them. If my kids form attachments to any objects, no matter how weird, I'll be sure to keep them for them and cherish them too.
posted by Elmore at 4:13 PM on January 11, 2015 [4 favorites]
posted by Elmore at 4:13 PM on January 11, 2015 [4 favorites]
Finally, proof that other people would be naming their daughters Eowyn 3 1/2 years after that discussion ended.
posted by Pater Aletheias at 4:30 PM on January 11, 2015 [2 favorites]
posted by Pater Aletheias at 4:30 PM on January 11, 2015 [2 favorites]
When I was pretty young -- I don't even remember how young, my mom and her boyfriend took me on an overnight float trip. I took my special stuffed animal, a sparkly silver cat called Crystal, with me. But I left it somewhere along the trip. I was devastated, but I eventually forgot about it. That is, until next Christmas--when I opened a box and there was Crystal. It turned out I had left it (IIRC) in a van owned by the company that ran the float trip, and they had shipped it back to my mom.
I was so happy, but I eventually decided that my dependence on this stuffed animal would not do, and promptly stopped sleeping with it. But I have never been able to get rid of it, even though I've gotten rid of all of my other stuffed animals, even ones with sentimental value. Crystal's on top of a bookshelf in my room, forgotten most of the time but still there.
I have a suspicion that if you stole Crystal my face would look like a lot of these kids.
posted by Kutsuwamushi at 4:58 PM on January 11, 2015
I was so happy, but I eventually decided that my dependence on this stuffed animal would not do, and promptly stopped sleeping with it. But I have never been able to get rid of it, even though I've gotten rid of all of my other stuffed animals, even ones with sentimental value. Crystal's on top of a bookshelf in my room, forgotten most of the time but still there.
I have a suspicion that if you stole Crystal my face would look like a lot of these kids.
posted by Kutsuwamushi at 4:58 PM on January 11, 2015
I still have colorcover the baby blanket, and it turns out to be a great neck pillow/eye mask for sleeping on long bus trips. Still useful and comforting after all these years!
posted by ActionPopulated at 5:07 PM on January 11, 2015
posted by ActionPopulated at 5:07 PM on January 11, 2015
Man, do I know this feeling well. We may grow out of being able to admit it to ourselves, but I'm guessing most adults have a few objects like Rodney's Spiderman blanket.
posted by ryanshepard at 6:05 PM on January 11, 2015
posted by ryanshepard at 6:05 PM on January 11, 2015
TRANSITIONAL OBJECT. Something to accompany you through the changes you experience growing up from a baby to a toddler to a child.
I had Maggie (a guy) and Joe, two teddy-bears. They went with me EVERY WHERE. Every surprise, every horror, they were there feeling it with me. One day, Joe got left out in the rain. He got mildew. I swapped out all of his stuffing, and sewed him back up with fishing line I stole from Dad's Zebco reel and a needle I swiped from my Mom's knitting basket. He still smelled bad, and I had to throw him out, and I cried.
Maggie had a bib. It was satin. I took my comfort there, and when I was informed I was too old for a teddy, every blanket in my life from thence on until (they don't make them anymore I checked at the Kohl's today) had to be satin edged, or NO SLEEP!
OK, so, now I have a daughter. Her first teddy she named straight up, "GoGo!" GoGo was OK, but then she found Blue Bunny. Blue Bunny/Baby Bunny was the name adults were allowed to know, but her secret name was Cutie Pie.
GoGo had only one satin tag. It went real quick, just after the whiskers. Baby Bunny had three, and when they were felt to threads, along with the whiskers, and the thin fabric over the hard plastic nose she chewed off, she still had a super-soft set of ears AND a tail.
They both went hard and rough this past year. Now the kid has Kitty, a psychedelic blue-yellow leopard-spotted beanie-baby (Yes, they still exist) her Grandmother bought for her from the gift-shop of the most charming New England diner you can conceive of. Kitty (not her real name, but I am sworn not to say what it is) has a long, not-filled-with-beans tail. It's just this three-inch double-ply, super-soft fabric. And when and if that's gone, she still has two satin tags.
Forget drugs! Satin tags: Not even once.
posted by Slap*Happy at 8:06 PM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
I had Maggie (a guy) and Joe, two teddy-bears. They went with me EVERY WHERE. Every surprise, every horror, they were there feeling it with me. One day, Joe got left out in the rain. He got mildew. I swapped out all of his stuffing, and sewed him back up with fishing line I stole from Dad's Zebco reel and a needle I swiped from my Mom's knitting basket. He still smelled bad, and I had to throw him out, and I cried.
Maggie had a bib. It was satin. I took my comfort there, and when I was informed I was too old for a teddy, every blanket in my life from thence on until (they don't make them anymore I checked at the Kohl's today) had to be satin edged, or NO SLEEP!
OK, so, now I have a daughter. Her first teddy she named straight up, "GoGo!" GoGo was OK, but then she found Blue Bunny. Blue Bunny/Baby Bunny was the name adults were allowed to know, but her secret name was Cutie Pie.
GoGo had only one satin tag. It went real quick, just after the whiskers. Baby Bunny had three, and when they were felt to threads, along with the whiskers, and the thin fabric over the hard plastic nose she chewed off, she still had a super-soft set of ears AND a tail.
They both went hard and rough this past year. Now the kid has Kitty, a psychedelic blue-yellow leopard-spotted beanie-baby (Yes, they still exist) her Grandmother bought for her from the gift-shop of the most charming New England diner you can conceive of. Kitty (not her real name, but I am sworn not to say what it is) has a long, not-filled-with-beans tail. It's just this three-inch double-ply, super-soft fabric. And when and if that's gone, she still has two satin tags.
Forget drugs! Satin tags: Not even once.
posted by Slap*Happy at 8:06 PM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
but I'm guessing most adults have a few objects like Rodney's Spiderman blanket
Actually, I'm surprised at the amount of tut-tutting. Who among us doesn't have a favorite throw? Favorite cardigan or sweater? Favorite pair of woolen socks? This is far from a childish thing. I am intimately familiar with the emotion in these children's faces - this is the essence of 'home'.
posted by eclectist at 8:13 PM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
Actually, I'm surprised at the amount of tut-tutting. Who among us doesn't have a favorite throw? Favorite cardigan or sweater? Favorite pair of woolen socks? This is far from a childish thing. I am intimately familiar with the emotion in these children's faces - this is the essence of 'home'.
posted by eclectist at 8:13 PM on January 11, 2015 [3 favorites]
....I still have the Snoopy I got when I was two years old. He and I watch A CHARLIE BROWN CHRISTMAS together every year and have done so since 1972.
I also have an additional cool thing related to this - in 1999, when there was a Broadway production of YOU'RE A GOOD MAN CHARLIE BROWN opening the same week as my 29th birthday, I asked Mom to send me a copy of a photo of me and Snoopy at my 3rd birthday, and brought that to the stage door and asked the cast if they could sign that instead. And so now I have a photo of little baby me holding Snoopy, and autographed with birthday wishes from Roger Bart, Anthony Rapp and B. D. Wong.
posted by EmpressCallipygos at 8:33 PM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
I also have an additional cool thing related to this - in 1999, when there was a Broadway production of YOU'RE A GOOD MAN CHARLIE BROWN opening the same week as my 29th birthday, I asked Mom to send me a copy of a photo of me and Snoopy at my 3rd birthday, and brought that to the stage door and asked the cast if they could sign that instead. And so now I have a photo of little baby me holding Snoopy, and autographed with birthday wishes from Roger Bart, Anthony Rapp and B. D. Wong.
posted by EmpressCallipygos at 8:33 PM on January 11, 2015 [1 favorite]
I no longer have them myself, but I know that all of my favored objects are still cared for -- my mother keeps them. Turns out they meant something for her, too. I see them sometimes. I know they're OK.
posted by Ray Walston, Luck Dragon at 9:17 PM on January 11, 2015
posted by Ray Walston, Luck Dragon at 9:17 PM on January 11, 2015
My sister had Big Baby, a very evil-looking baby doll. What a nightmare
posted by knoyers at 10:15 PM on January 11, 2015
posted by knoyers at 10:15 PM on January 11, 2015
When I was 1 year old I chose the wire mother, but they did not let me keep it.
posted by Doroteo Arango II at 3:18 AM on January 12, 2015 [2 favorites]
posted by Doroteo Arango II at 3:18 AM on January 12, 2015 [2 favorites]
I took a picture of my son's two favorite animals one day (a puppy and cat, both from IKEA), posing them and making sure I got a very good image. My wife asked me why I was doing it - I reminded her that they wouldn't look like that forever (meaning relatively clean and fluffy). His puppy has since fallen out of favor, and looks about the same, but Robert Kitty has been loved to the point that he is a floppy limp thing. All the stuffing in his body has been flattened. I keep wanting to slyly unstitch him and add more fluff, but I've decided not to take action until something comes unstitched on its own. We tried finding a backup Robert Kitty, but IKEA discontinued it shortly before he became the Most Important Friend. Last I saw, a backup would be in the range of $150-$200 from EBay (provided I was fine with international shipping!!)
We had better luck with his favorite blanket - "Mine" came from Target originally, and when it appeared obvious he would literally love it to bits, my wife found a backup online. Parent pro-tip? If you ever have a kid with a favorite blanket, and you have ANY WAY IN HELL to get a second one, DO IT! Kid gets sick and barfs on Special Blanket? Magically "clean" it and kid is comforted! Even when he finally realized there were two of them, he was fine - both are regarded as the "right one" when he is holding it, and he has no issues with swapping them out for laundry day.
posted by caution live frogs at 5:13 AM on January 12, 2015 [2 favorites]
We had better luck with his favorite blanket - "Mine" came from Target originally, and when it appeared obvious he would literally love it to bits, my wife found a backup online. Parent pro-tip? If you ever have a kid with a favorite blanket, and you have ANY WAY IN HELL to get a second one, DO IT! Kid gets sick and barfs on Special Blanket? Magically "clean" it and kid is comforted! Even when he finally realized there were two of them, he was fine - both are regarded as the "right one" when he is holding it, and he has no issues with swapping them out for laundry day.
posted by caution live frogs at 5:13 AM on January 12, 2015 [2 favorites]
Oh, I have a tip for aunts and uncles - if you know how to sew, you can get serious brownie points if you repair any rips or holes in your kidlets' special toys. A year ago I successfully sutured four tracheotomies and thyrotomies on "Jimmy Choo", my niece's four-year-old rabbit friend. We did have to give him a fetching neckerchief (a scrap of fabric tied around the neck) as a sort of permanent bandage, but my surgical efforts won me some adulation.
posted by EmpressCallipygos at 6:27 AM on January 12, 2015
posted by EmpressCallipygos at 6:27 AM on January 12, 2015
I don't think the photographer has sold the children on the project. Perhaps (probably) that is a choice on her part, but it comes across as "here is me holding the thing" when it might have been "here is us".
posted by hawthorne at 6:42 AM on January 12, 2015 [1 favorite]
posted by hawthorne at 6:42 AM on January 12, 2015 [1 favorite]
- Surely I can't have the only child that doesn't have a "thing", be it a blanket, stuffed animal, book, whatever.
My toddler is the same way. The only thing he is attached to is Mama - and I even have a full time job outside of the home! At his 15 month appointment, the Nurse Practitioner was pretty insistent that he should have some kind of transitional object. It got to me a bit that he didn't have one, so I started trying to nurse him to sleep at night with a teddy bear I had crocheted for him. But about 5 seconds into the session, he picked it up and threw it away from us - it was just getting in the way.
It'll be interesting to see if she pushes it again at his 18 month appointment.
posted by jillithd at 9:21 AM on January 12, 2015
My toddler is the same way. The only thing he is attached to is Mama - and I even have a full time job outside of the home! At his 15 month appointment, the Nurse Practitioner was pretty insistent that he should have some kind of transitional object. It got to me a bit that he didn't have one, so I started trying to nurse him to sleep at night with a teddy bear I had crocheted for him. But about 5 seconds into the session, he picked it up and threw it away from us - it was just getting in the way.
It'll be interesting to see if she pushes it again at his 18 month appointment.
posted by jillithd at 9:21 AM on January 12, 2015
jillithd: Nursing was the closest thing my kid had to a transitional object until he weaned at nearly 3, and even now, he has a stuffed animal that he loves, but it's not his world the way it is for some kids. My ped hasn't mentioned it that I can remember.
posted by tchemgrrl at 11:01 AM on January 12, 2015 [1 favorite]
posted by tchemgrrl at 11:01 AM on January 12, 2015 [1 favorite]
See that photo of Abigail and her blankie? See how imposing that room looks, how cleaned up (at first glance) it appears? See how little impact the pugnacious girl and her blankie are making on the adult-centered space?
That was me when I was a child in my parents' perfectly organized house. My parents were indulgent of my love of stuffed animals (my Velveteen Rabbit is in a closet around the corner) but the blankie was a bridge too far for them. Still, they let me keep it far past the age when I should have been 'putting away childish things' (my parents are kind of old fashioned). I learned to advocate for the voiceless thanks to that damn blankie. And I still have my blankie, ragged as it is. I'll sleep with on the bed tonight. As an adult, it's less my oldest friend and more my worry stone.
posted by librarylis at 6:43 PM on January 12, 2015
That was me when I was a child in my parents' perfectly organized house. My parents were indulgent of my love of stuffed animals (my Velveteen Rabbit is in a closet around the corner) but the blankie was a bridge too far for them. Still, they let me keep it far past the age when I should have been 'putting away childish things' (my parents are kind of old fashioned). I learned to advocate for the voiceless thanks to that damn blankie. And I still have my blankie, ragged as it is. I'll sleep with on the bed tonight. As an adult, it's less my oldest friend and more my worry stone.
posted by librarylis at 6:43 PM on January 12, 2015
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