Our heater is still broken. I’m glad there is microfleece in the world. This may not seem like a huge, Thanksgiving-related topic, but it is immediate.
Plus, snuggling under blankets reminds me of when I was a kid and President Carter asked everyone to turn down their thermostats. My parents, my brother, and I would spend the evenings on my parents’ king-sized bed, watching TV while huddled under a quilt we’d somehow inherited from one of my dad’s aunts. (Sometimes the quilt fabric would fray, and I would patch it with scraps of material. I made it quite ugly.)
Remember when we were asked to band together in sacrifice for long-term gain, rather than to spend money to show our patriotism?
No? Well, it’s been a while.
And hopefully next week I’ll be thankful for heater repair services, with or without this link-up. But in the meantime, Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
I have a friend who inherited a quilt from her grandmother and she seems to constantly be replacing pieces of fabric. But it’s so cool. I think that’s a pretty awesome memory.
They do eventually wear out–and this one was old (but not particularly special) when we got it. It was a very utilitarian quilt even before I got my untalented hands on it.
And what’s funny is that while I remembered watching TV under the quilt, I didn’t remember why the house was so cold until my dad talked about it a few years ago!