Black Oak's Daughter

I have a little blanket.

Really little

It’s about a foot square. Light brown fleece with a very worn faded burgundy colored satin edge.

It’s so small it wouldn’t even cover one of my cats.

It was given to me by my dad, I don’t remember when, but I don’t remember a time when I didn’t have it.

When I was a kid, I had a thing. It was a weird thing.

A thing about blanket edges.

Whenever I snuggled, or got tucked into bed, I had to be able to fondle the edge of a blanket.

I always had one of my old crib blankets in bed with me.

I kept them long after the crib was gone.

They were my security blankets.

One was pink, one was white.

My blankets were all satin edged, or double folded cotton. The ones on my bed too.

The weird part was I really liked the feel of the edges.

So much that I used to wear them out feeling them.

I think that’s why mom let me keep the crib blankets, so I didn’t wear out the edges on the ones on the bed.

So, I still have this little blanket. The last of my “blankies”

My dad gave it to me.

40+ years ago.

It still has the tag on it that says “Executive Security Blanket”.

I thought that was funny that my daddy had a security blanket.

He told me it was a joke, but I could use it for my dolls.

My dolls had other blankets, this one was mine.

The satin on the edges is very worn now.

The fleece has a hole in it too.

I don’t care.

I have this little blanket.

My little blanket with the worn edges that Daddy gave me.

In the drawer.

My little secret 40 year old security blanky.

I’m glad it’s there.

Sometimes I need it.

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