Blanket

As it turns out Michael Jackson is not the only one with a child named Blanket.  I now have one, too.  Only mine really is a blanket.  But I'm still thinking of it kind of like my child and have not left it unattended since it arrived last week.  You know - a similar set up to the high school kids who have to look after an egg like their baby and not let it smash.  Only I'm not giving this one back to my bio, er, home economics teacher.

Disclaimer:  I have no excuse for my rambling except I may or may not have eaten approximately 20 (okay probably more) sour gummy cherry coke bottles prior to typing this post.  Oh, and I'm deliriously in love with my blanket, too - rendering me unable to think or speak coherently.  

Examine it for yourselves, but exercise caution if you are in the work environment as you may find yourself incapable of performing employment duties such as articulating thoughts, forming sentences and/or completing simple tasks upon viewing.

It came along to Palm Springs

and was very well-behaved in the car.

Sometimes it rested on the desk

other times opting for quiet time on the deck lounge off our room.

It also may have played part in a ridic outfit post I can't wait to share next week.

Talk about an item exceeding your expectations.  When I first saw the blanket in the Roots Spring Campaign I took to the phone lines and tracked this mother down thinking it may not be as good in person.  Nothing like being wrong and loving every minute of it.  When I removed the blanket from the box even my mom gasped.  Sign of a family heirloom...hope my niece retains a bit of the hippie as she gets older :)

ps-have you checked out the facebook page I put up for the blog?  if not, be sure to stop by and examine the picture of the chef, the blanket and a crystal he found at the hotel.  secure depends prior to arrival.  just saying.