
When I was too young to talk but old enough to scream and cry my mother would wrap me in her scarves and shawls and rock me to sleep,colorful sheets of silk and cotton and viscose,squares and triangles and rectangles of fabric that I would anxiously bite into and leave terrible marks and holes. And right now,cold and sniffly,I’m wrapped into this creature comfort of mine,resisting the urge to bite through the rainbow fibers and sleep the sweet slumber of those too young to worry about anything.
My first knit shawl…waving dramatically in the wind hahaha.
Its actually light blue,not white.Oh yes and those were giant chess men,my bros stayed waaaay too long playing with em.