Did you grow up with one of these draped across the back of your couch?
I did.
I wish I had a picture of it, but I can see it, folded neatly on my mother's very brown, very tailored sofa, in all its brown, beige and orange glory.
As you can see, my colour pallet is very different from hers.
Anyway, I'm feeling very nostalgic lately, and so here it is ... a half way finished blanket; a nod to happier times.
An attempt to comfort myself.
I'm longing for a simpler time when we knew what was what, when we believed in our country and took our freedoms for granted.
Will we ever know that kind of innocence again?
I did.
I wish I had a picture of it, but I can see it, folded neatly on my mother's very brown, very tailored sofa, in all its brown, beige and orange glory.
As you can see, my colour pallet is very different from hers.
Anyway, I'm feeling very nostalgic lately, and so here it is ... a half way finished blanket; a nod to happier times.
An attempt to comfort myself.
I'm longing for a simpler time when we knew what was what, when we believed in our country and took our freedoms for granted.
Will we ever know that kind of innocence again?








