This is my blankie.
My Grandma crocheted it for me long ago. I love this blanket. It was the first thing I packed when I was leaving home. It is big and warm and fuzzy and soft (just like my Grandma). My Grandma knit everyone of her daughters (3 of them), daughter-in-laws (7 of them) and grand-daughters (17 of them) a blanket. I am grand-daughter #16, so I had to wait a while to get mine. I was jealous when my sister got hers, but I knew mine would come in due time, and it did just as my Grandma promised.
My Grandma passed away yesterday.
I cherish this blanket more today then ever before. I know every time I wrap myself in it, it's just like my Grandma is there with me.