I have an addiction.

You know how I’m absolutely shameless when it comes to the fact that I still carry my security blanket around with me everywhere? Like seriously, if I’m gonna be gone more than a couple nights, HE COMES WITH ME. Yea, my blanket’s a he.

Well.

That’s not actually my addiction. That’s just a really pathetic psychological dependency. Or some scientific sounding thing like that, idk.

But you know how a baby blanket will usually have satin around the edges? Soft and shiny and pretty and all that? My security blanket did. Once. Long ago. It has been literally loved right off by now…mostly. The tattered remains of the satin edging still cling to the poor little nasty-shade-of-green fella, but they aren’t pretty. Like at all…o_O you wouldn’t wanna touch it with a ten-foot pole, probably.

When I was little, I’d sit on the floor with my blanket and rub the satin edges between my fingers. I would do the same to make myself fall asleep at night. Pretty much whenever my blanket was with me [read: always], I would be playing with the satin. It made such a lovely, soothing sound, and it felt so funny and nice. That’s part of the reason the satin is destroyed now. I rubbed the life out of that sucker. </3

Then I got a wool coat before going to college last year. Like a cool awesome dressy one. And it has a silk lining. Not satin, but…it makes the same noise and feels the same as my blanket lining did. If you were to catch me walking around campus in that coat you can bet your money that I had at least one hand tucked up inside a sleeve or underneath the bottom edge, rubbing the silk lining between my fingers.

But now it’s summer.

My coat, needless to say, is not in use. My blanket is missing all the cool fuzzy-ing-ness of the satin. It has been since college started. (well, it was 90% gone looooong ago, but there were still a few spots that still felt cool and made cool noises when you rubbed it. But then I washed it once in the washing machine at school. the evil washing machine that shrinks everything you put in it by two sizes. Yea. It came out with no more cool satin. =P it now looks like someone died on it. =) *pets* *hugs*) MY LIFE IS NOT COMPLETE.

But. Mother sent away two of our woven wool baby blankets to be edged with satin. She just got them back today. There were a couple scraps of satin left over. She handed one to me.

Hasn’t left my hand (or pocket) since. Hope she didn’t want it back because it’s totally MINE now.

*rubs satin* O_O *mesmerized stare* *drools* O___O

Guys I think I need rehab.

 

…*takes piece of silk satin to bed with me* <3 my buddy.