I’ve had a 100% wool blanket on my “It’d Be Nice to Own” mental list for a while. Then one day, there it was, waiting for me in a resale store shelf in Kansas City.
It was so inexpensive it was nearly a crime, and all it needed was a quick trip to the dry cleaners (you know, after I shlepped it home on an airplane, wrapped up in it like a two year old interrupted from her nap). I love its stripes and the way its color connects it to The New Sofa, but most of all, I love that it covers up that mostly-hideous-chair-that-J-won’t-let-me-replace. Dare I say, it may be growing on me!