Saturday, February 15, 2014

The Lair



To avoid catching Scott's nasty cold last week, I trundled down to the guest room at the other end of the hallway. There I sleep like a drunken baby.

His cold is mostly gone, but this little lair has turned out to be so cosy I don't want to leave it.

With my great-great grandmother watching over and the trusty Ducky Doodle snuggled up alongside, I've gotten quite comfortable.

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It's the quilt that I love.
It was given to me by my mother's lifelong friend Joanne Bohl; her mother made it.
It is thin, yet heavy and warm.
Blanket-rich, yes we are.

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