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| My baby enjoying my old woobie |
Those of you close to me know that I love my woobie, I am like Linus, I carry it around the house and it gets beat up. I have had my latest one for almost ten years. My woobie was left behind on our family vacation to comfort my dogs. We were going away for a week and I felt awful about leaving them in a "Doggie Resort." Even thought the place was nice, the staff were friendly and it was all clean, I know that my dogs are used to comfort. They loll around on couches and rugs all day, not hard concrete floors. Even though the cage was the size of my tiny kitchen, where my dogs typically spend their days when I am at work, I couldn't relax.
My husband came up with the brilliant idea of leaving them my woobie. I have been asking for no less than five years for a new one and each Mother's Day, Valentines Day and Christmas Day passed by with no new woobie in sight (Birthdays are for big-ticket items like couches and vans). My husband promised I could go out and get a new one if I gave mine to the dogs. I dropped my babies off with my woobie and KNEW that it could never grace my bed again after living in a Doggie Motel.
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| My Temporary Woobie |
We came back from vaca and I FORGOT I had no woobie to sleep with. IMAGINE! My husband gave me his blanket, which I hate, but he slept with a little kid's blanket until I could get a replacement. After a few cold nights I stopped by my local quilt shop to select one. I will not mention the name of the shop until the mystery is solved, but here is my new Flannel Quilted woobie. It took a few minutes to decide from what they were WILLING to sell. I picked the better of two evil patterns. I got the granny one instead of the great-granny one. Actually, I chose the thicker of the two because it is so cold right now, but it will never work for the summer months. I really wanted the ones hanging on the ceiling (they were so amazazing) and will have to wait until they run out of the fabric that they used for them.
So I am announcing that is is my temporary woobie. I prefer one with many piecings and a gentler design with GOOD color choices. Here is the strange part of my story, I wanted to photograph the women who made my woobie; one jumped right in and the other was strangely reticent. She would only show the side of her face and I assure you, she is quite pretty, not deformed at all. I know I take a bad picture, but I would never hide my face on a creation photo. Truly weirded out now, I wonder what the deal is. Is she on the lam? Did she kidnap her child and run away? Is she in the witness protection program? Hmmmm. I feel a little bad speculating like this when she could just be shy, or maybe she hated the quilt she made. It's a mystery...
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| She almost wouldn't take the picture |
