Judith Remembers…Part 5


No, not Michael Jackson’s son Blanket, but real blanket you use to keep warm.  Well, for me it’s not necessary to keep me warm, as long as it gives me comfort.

You see, I was a ‘blanket’ baby and I still am, though I’m no longer a baby or a toddler.  I grew up with this habit of carrying a blanket around with me at home, refusing to let it be washed or taken away for any reasons.  The smellier, the better 😛  I guess it was kind of comforting to have that familiar scent to sleep with.  Oh, and it had to be soft, too!

My elder sisters (sisters 1, 2 and 4, no. 3 had already passed on when I wasn’t even born yet), always tease me about how hard they had to fight me to get my blanket washed.  I would cry and cry if it was washed.  I didn’t like the fresh smelling blanket that was returned to me.  It didn’t smell familiar and it was scratchy, not soft to the touch at all.  So what did they do?  They took the freshly washed blanket and rubbed it together until it softened before handing it to me.  Of course it didn’t smell right but what could I do?  Guess I was pretty easy to please despite all the trouble I caused LOL

My blanket was made of terry cloth so it got torn and tattered after awhile, so one blanket became two, three, four or even five small pieces, and they would be lying everywhere in the flat: underneath sofas, on the bed, under the bed, everywhere!  My sisters would have to search them out for me in order to shut me up 😛  It was heavenly when I had the blanket in my hands and close to my nose, much like a drug user with an addiction.  I felt safe and content.

I didn’t outgrow my blanket addiction but I do wash my blanket regularly or when it smells now 😛  And it’s probably a good thing hubby’s sense of smell isn’t that keen LOL!  Even in hot, humid climate here I have two terry cloth blankets for the body and a small fleece blanket to cover my neck when the air-conditioner is turned on.  This and my love for soft stuffed toys are my biggest addictions.  Guess I just love the feel of the soft texture…and of course, the smell 😛

8 thoughts on “Judith Remembers…Part 5”

  1. Rosemary Dearing said:

    They call that the good old days Judy… How cute. Little Tess was and still is a
    blanket baby, and she is 9 years old now. I hope she has fond memories like you
    do when she is grows up.

  2. suberbabe said:

    I was smart enough to give Chris a nice, soft, prefolded diaper. That way I always had a clean one waiting in the wings and he never caught on.

  3. 3 out of 4 of my children had blankets just like you..The 4th had a bunny..My 45 yr old daughter still has hers..It is in ragged strips that she has tied together and keeps it under her pillow ( once a full size blanket). And yes, it was a fight to the finish to get them washed…lol…Funny, my brother also had one…

    Your story was so cute..I could just picture you and the blanky in my mind.

    Hugs, Joan

    • You know, Joan, you make me wery happy to know I’m not alone LOL I thought it was just me needing my smelly blanket. If I had known this earlier, I would’ve saved the patchwork blanket my granny made me. It was so torn and tattered and yucky that I had to bundle it up and throw away 😦 Should’ve just washed it and tie up the loose pieces like what your daughter did 🙂

  4. Oh I remember one I had…it was a large, yellow and blue with a blue silk end. No I don’t have it anymore but reading this just judge my memory.

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