When the Boy was born, my good friend Shelley bought him an Amy Coe knitted chenille blanket. It became his blankie. He loved it dearly. He still does.
Shortly after we shipped off our adoption papers to China, I was in Target and I spotted the same blanket in pink. I wanted our daughter to have one to match Thom's. I hopped she would love it just as much. And although our little girl turned out to have strawberry blond curls instead of jet black locks, she does indeed love her pink blankie.
And then the Little Mister made his unannounced arrival. How could he not have his own Amy Coe?
But Target no longer sold this particular blanket, which is a terrible shame, because every child should have one.
I was fit to be tied. So I took to Ebay.
Now, I must admit here that I have a rocky relationship with Ebay. The problem stems from the fact that I am compelled to bid out of spite. I get mad at people who try to outbid me and even though I give myself a set limit, a top bid per the value of a given item, emotion takes over.
I once paid fifteen dollars for a set of pencil toppers that were only really worth a couple bucks. Spite drove me to do it. Spite.
Long story short? I ended up paying a ridiculous amount for a green Amy Coe blanket that is just like my other kids. Henry will have his blankie.
I honestly thought I would only have two. I have two matching baby photo albums. Two silver rattles. Two sets of children's chopsticks.
I built my studio in the last empty bedroom.
But I like three. As a designer I know that odd numbers are better.
Now to find a matching baby photo album...