On cloud blanket 9
Amy mentioned that she bought a small cloud blanket for a friend’s baby shower, and I said “that’s nice, dear.” A few weeks later she casually mentioned that our friends had bought one for their unborn baby, and one each for the two of them. “Isn’t that a bit indulgent?” I thought of asking, but instead went with the more diplomatic, “Huh. Must be nice blankets, those.” Amy nodded knowingly. Wistfully, perhaps.
It wasn’t until we made our way down 24th Street during the street fair in October that I finally experienced one. Amy and I pushing Quinn along in his stroller. The cloud blanket manufacturer, Baby Jak, had a booth. “Eagle-eye Amy” spied them from blocks away and softly pushed me forward. “Shouldn’t we be getting Quinn home for his nap?” I asked. “Let’s just see,” she replied.
They were having a sale, of course. The adult-sized blankets were $100, down from $150.
“Have you ever felt one?” Amy asked.
“It’s just a blanket, no?”
“Go ahead and touch it.”
I reached over and meant to just graze my hand across one quickly. Almost instantly I had both hands luxuriating in the softest material I’ve ever touched. Silky fine fleece, brushed clean. I couldn’t stop touching it.
“I can see why the Johnsons bought two of these,” I said, looking up at Amy.
“Three, actually. One for the baby.”
“Yes, three.”
The least I could do was buy one. On sale, no less. And Amy let’s me share it with her.
It’s as ridiculously warm as it is soft. There are times when it is my favorite posession of all time.
Call me indulgent if you will, there are more cloud blankets in my future.