When I was a little girl I had a blankie…..I called in my “stankie”…..probably because it smelled really bad (but not to me!). Anyhow, oh how I loved that blankie. It went everywhere with me. Once my mom washed it because, well, it smelled bad. Needless to say, I threw the biggest tantrum ever because my stankie lost its “stank”. That blankie had holes in it, turned grey (was white originally), collected leaves, but I didn’t care. It was mine, all mine.
On yesterday’s photo shoot I discovered a little girl who loved her blankie too! Imperfections and all. What a treat. Long live blankies!!!!!!
***note, updated with larger better edited photos (although photobucket does not do these pictures justice)***