When I was little, I had a major vice. By “vice,” I mean I had something that would stop me in my tracks. Sidetrack me from anything and everything. Had to be by my side, or else.
The vice? Fringe. Fringe of any variety. Soft fringe, coarse fringe, long fringe, short fringe…no matter. At some point early in my childhood, one of my grandmothers (I feel terrible that I can’t remember which one) made me an afghan – reddish with white stripes – and it had fringe. That sealed my weakness for life. I would tote the thing – which I named “Bipert” – everywhere. (The name came from an earlier obsession with cloth diapers. “Bipert” was just how it came out…even though the afghan wasn’t a diaper at all…. I have a weird feeling I’m telling this wrong. Someone will correct me.)
One day Mom and I were out shopping somewhere and – horrors – I had forgotten Bipert. Ever the resourceful mother, Mom found a dish towel in the store with fringe on it, and TADA! New lovey.
Interesting how this picture makes me look like I have a widow's peak. I don't, at all. I have a feeling I had, um, styled my own hair and given myself bangs shortly before this picture was taken. Just a hunch.
From then on, until *ahem* around 4th grade or so, that dish towel – or any of its subsequent replacements – had to accompany me everywhere. I had an off-white one with a unicorn embroidered on it, a white one with a snowman, a red one with Santa Claus, a white one with a rose, and a green one with a kitty cat. I still have some of those. The fringe on them is totally ruined by my constant caressing and folding and fluffing as I would suck on my left index finger. They were all called, simply, “my towel.”
Recently, it has seemed that Leah is developing her own vice. Hers? Satin.
She must have something with satin on it by her face when she’s trying to go to sleep. If not, sleep will not happen. It’s cute, but out of concern and a dread of the day that something happens to one of her satin lovies, I’m slowly accumulating a small collection of satin blankies. Just in case. Because you can't be too careful.
3 of your thoughts:
I've tried to join your WWWLittle Wednesdays thingey but I don't know what to look for. I've started my own postings. You've inspired me, AGAIN!
Oops! When I look at your blog it looks like my link to your WWWL went through.....twice. Sorry 'bout that. Maybe you know how to delete one of them. I don't, however, know how to add the Mr. Linky to my own WWWL. I'll have to work on that. I still need your help with linking to some of my sidebar buttons whenever you get back into the loop.
Okay. I did it. But I'm not sure I know how I did it. I can't wait for you to see what I've done. I've missed you here.
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