I’ve had this old blanket since I was 11. I don’t wanna say my exact age but let’s say it’s been over a decade. When I moved homes, I just had to have my blanket and old pillowcase. When I moved homes my mom threw away my old blanket and I was really upset and my mom just about got it back before it got disposed of for good and I was so happy that my blanket was “saved”.
The blanket’s so old it has holes in it and a few years ago I found out the exact same blanket is still being sold and I bought a new one which looks nothing like my old one because it’s…well, new, but I’m still using the old one and the new one is still in its packaging. I almost feel like it’s a friend? Almost? And by sleeping with another blanket I’m betraying it or something. I just feel immediately comforted by the blanket even though there’s nothing objectively comforting about it (it’s not a weighted blanket and is so worn down it’s not very insulating).
I don’t know. I feel some weird emotional connection to that blanket? Does anyone else feel something similar or can relate?
Only reason I don’t sleep with my equivalent is that I’ve already had to fix it five times.
The blanket that was my childhood blanket is so fragile it’s not even possible to mend it.
But the pillow my grandmother made for me, that sucker was made of polyester scraps. Which, for all that’s bad about polyester, the stuff lasts. So, over forty years later, I’ve replaced the filling three times, and resewn it fully twice, plus one partial resew. I tend to replace the filling any time I do a major repair, but there’s been three times I needed to specifically refill it.
Back when she made it, it was filled with that loose polyfill stuff. I’ve swapped between cotton, polyfill, shredded foam, and shredded memory foam.
I don’t sleep with it any more, like I said. But it’s right here beside me.
I had even specified being buried with it, but swapped to wanting cremation, and that’s not going to work with the pillow.
Sure it will! Pillows incinerate just fine. If the crematorium has some dumbasses rule prohibiting pillows, just have somebody burn it themselves and mix it with your ashes.