The poorly blanket is a quilt. I was made for me as a wedding present by my grandmother who was by then 87. My granny made beautiful quilts, hexagons usually, out of scraps of leftover material, each one hand stitched, unique and beautiful.
This one is different. Not hexagons, but squares. And I love it. It was made with failing eyesight, Alzheimers and love. It was the last quilt she made, and by the time it was finished she had forgotten who she was making it for. The stitching isn't brilliant, but they are HER stitches, and it's one of my treasures and I just adore it.
It was always used as a snuggle up when the children were poorly - hence the term pooorly blanket. Here it is. It's not huge, it's just the right size for a little one to snuggle in.
I can only hope that if I am still around at 87 that I will still be capable of knitting or sewing something - whether it would then be as fondly remembered a quarter of a century later who knows. This little quilt is absolutely priceless.
I shall be remembering little bits and pieces about my grandparents all day I think.
And please - spare a thought for DS2 - we are going to see The Who together tonight at the NIA. We've been looking forward to this for yonks - I do so want him to feel better this evening.