Monday, July 6, 2009


On Sunday, we found you, lying across a chair at the flea market. I had been attracted to all things linen, and I'm so glad that we held out until we spotted you. You have a lot of triangles and squares, each lovingly handsewn into a warm cover. Where are you from, originally? How many hours did someone patiently take to make you? How many people have you comforted, late at night? Does someone long after you, and wonder what happened to you?

Some day I hope that you will keep our future little ones warm. In the meantime, I look forward to the fall and winter nights that I can cuddle under you, with my man, in your beloved new home...

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