One of my great-grandmother's tucked this blanket around me when I was nine years old. We had come to visit for Christmas and were on our way back home. She was worried about us getting cold. This blanket has moved from place to place with me ever since. Only fragments remain at this point. I think this blanket was the beginning of my love for polka dots. Thinking about the sense of security some blankets give and how they can be love made visible.
