Throwback Thursday: Favorite comfort blanket? #TBT

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It's Thursday!

When one of our daughters was young, she used to take the corner of her pillow case and rub it around her eyes and ears when she was tired and wanted to fall asleep. Sometimes she would even, ever so slightly, stick the very corner of her pillow case in her eye (as in eyeball).

Soooo, what was your favorite comfort blanket or something like that back in the day?

Let’s make it a great Thursday!
KGM

[Stephen_Lugton]

@Kristján Geir Mathiesen when I was a child I had a blue blanket knitted by my gran, I only vaguely remember it, but it's in lots of photos

[Dan Breyen]

When my family would go visit friends at their cabin, we would always fight over who got the butterfly quilt.  Curling up under that quilt on a crisp evening reading a book was always one of the takeaways from that cabin experience.  

It's still there, and I look for it practically every time I'm there for a visit.

[Tuncay Senturk]

That’s such a sweet memory!

Our son had a similar habit with his light blue blanket. He would rub it with his hand when he was ready to sleep. It’s those little rituals that make childhood so special. 😊

[Jack Graves]

Such a lovely memory!

When I was a kid, I had this funny habit of carrying a battery around everywhere. Looking back, I like to joke that I was just keeping myself ‘powered up’ ⚡️

Hope you’re having a great Thursday, KGM!

[Tomislav Tobijas _Koios_]

I don't remember any specific blanky from my childhood, but I've got a really fuzzy one from McDonald's that I love now. It's so cozy it almost feels like being wrapped in a blanket of Big Macs! 😂🍔🍔

[Barbara Szczesniak]

I can remember being 3 years old and not able to fall asleep, so I am pretty sure I never had a comfort item as a child. In fact, there are still many nights that I wish I had such a thing.

[Amanda Barber]

My oldest daughter had a little blankie she carried with her everywhere. It was actually the size of a rag, but soft blanket material. Now, we all fight over our favorite living room throw blanket. ;)

[Dan Breyen]

Trying to wrap my head around being wrapped in a blanket of "Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun".  Thanks @Tomislav Tobijas _Koios_ 

My mother-in-law made little blanket substitutes that were about 12" by 30cm that you could use to substitute for a full blown blanket.  It made travelling easier as you didn't need the full blanket for the kids.  

[Susan Waldrip]

My favorite blankie wasn't actually mine, it was my littlest sister's blankie. It was about a 1-yard or 1-meter squared in size, yellow with a pattern on it, and she would hold one corner up to her cheek while dragging the rest of it around, then come up to you and lightly rub the back of your hand with the corner she was holding. That was her "love". Haa, I'd forgotten about that til just now -- thank you @Kristján Geir Mathiesen!

[Liz Tanner]

Kitty. I slept with this decrepit stuffed animal well into my 20s. I cannot sleep if I don't have something tucked under firmly against my chin. I still have her. She was once stark white, fluffy, and had plastic whiskers. She and I have weathered several moves and years together. She turned 38 this year.

EDITS FOR CLARITY: Yes, I had blankets. I rarely used them b/c I get warm easy. So, Kitty it was.

[Ram Kumar Aravindakshan _Adaptavist_]

I kind of used an old torn blanket :D ...not that I can afford another, it's just comfortable.

[Viktoriia Golovtseva]

When I was a child I had a pale blue blanket, with faint stars scattered across it. My parents said it came as a gift when I was born, but to me, it always felt like it had been there forever, stitched into the memories of every every bedtime story and every night spent staring out my window, counting stars or reading fairy tales with lantern under that blanket :). When thunderstorms rattled the house, I’d crawl under it, pressing it tightly over my ears, waiting for the storm to pass. 

As I grew older, the blanket became more of a memory. One day, it disappeared into a box in the attic, tucked away alongside other fragments of my childhood. But sometimes, when life feels a little too grown-up, I think about that pale blanket and how it taught me to feel safe, even when the world seemed big and scary.

In some ways, it’s still with me—a quiet reminder that even the smallest things can make the biggest difference.

[Viktoriia Golovtseva]

And that blanket is always a sweet memory of my safe parents' home and a childhood without any problems except summer thunderstorm :)

[Vronik]

Hello everyone

I didn't have a blanket, my comfort object was actually a stuffed animal that was half rabbit and half donkey, which I still have today and which coincidentally was also my daughter's toy for many years. Now it is again very well kept, waiting to be the comfort of another child.

Regards

[Kristján Geir Mathiesen]

Thanks for all your wonderful memories! Very sweet to read them, takk! Hope this was an opportunity for all of us to go back in time to the innocence and safety of childhood.

[Laurie Sciutti]

I had a white fluffy blankie that had a silky trim that I rubbed to go to sleep.  Then Dad decided it was time for me to outgrow the blankie so he tossed it.  😭  I loved that blankie.  I MISS that blankie!  And this is how separation anxiety begins...haha