Cribbage
June 30, 2010
Also in the Stash of Regrettable Childhood: my security blanket, or as I called it, my Cribby.
Everybody, meet Cribby. Or...what's left of it.
Cribby was, at one time, a fitted crib sheet, though the elastic has been gone for about as long as I can remember, and even photos of me with Cribby as a little girl show that it was pretty much a shredded pile of a sadness bowl since very early on too. I don't recall how old I was when I finally allowed my mom to put it away for good, though I know there were at least a couple aborted attempts that ended with me walking into her room and shamefully requesting it back. Cribby didn't come on my honeymoon or anything though, so go me.
Today, Cribby reminds me of a Regretsy-worthy scarf offering:
I would totally try to sell it for $50 as a FELTED VINTAGE COTTON HAND-KNOTTED AVANT-GARDE OOAK HIPSTER DOUCHEBAG NECKERSCARF if it weren't for a couple mysterious reddish stains on one edge: I am pretty sure biohazards will get you negative feedback on Etsy.
(I had a back-up Cribby for when the A-squad one was in the wash. It held up a little better, and has just as many modern-day fashion possibilities:
WHIMSICLE VINTAGE CAPESHAWL HAND-TORN WITH LOVE, AGED SALIVA GIVES UNIQUE CRUNCH/SHAPE/STRUCTURE, MULTIPLE HOLES ALLOW MULTIPURPOSE STYLING.)
I suppose, now that I've finished mocking them, I can throw them both out. I mean, it's one thing for my mom to save them, but me? Well. Yeah. That's weird. I'll just...put them back in a shopping bag for now, though. Until trash day, or something. I might need to think about it a little more.
By the way, Ezra would like to introduce you to Curtain
Don't worry, baby. I'll hold onto Curtain for you someday too.
Awww! It is just beyond cool that your Mom saved Cribby and its understudy!
Those picture of Ezra are just nom-worthy. His curtain is adorable.
When you're the 7th child, not much is saved. That's okay, I do more than enough saving for my two to make up for it!
You are rockin' that cribby! Your facial expressions are cracking me up.
My little boy calls his blanket "Bee-bee." He also has a B-team bee bee. It will be a sad day when they have to be put away, I think.
My son --who is now 14.5, two inches taller than me, and way stronger-- had a Noah's Ark blanket that he WOULD.NOT.PART.WITH. for the longest time. Now, when I want a trip back in time to when my baby boy fit on my lap, I will take it out of my cedar chest for a cuddle.
My daughter wasn't so much into blankets as stuffed animals. She sleeps with four special ones every night, and woe be unto the parent who forgets to pack them for a trip...not that I know about that or anything.
Suzanne - I'm actually kid #7 myself! I have six older siblings. The piles of stuff my mom saved for each of us are crazy impressive -- she managed to save so much and I don't know where she's been keeping it in their little house.
P.S. You are totally rockin the red hair. Go, Flamegirl.
My son has the same Taggies blanket (named "night night") and loves it with all his heart. I bought a couple back-ups and they have come in handy.
Amy- Woah! I suspect we're all savers, since she wasn't. Her excuse was that we didn't have the room.
Oh, and the red hair looks awesome.
your bathroom tile is so clean and incredibly soap scum free. sigh. jelusss.
Don't worry, I had lion pillow and pink blanket. I still have them. They sit behind the chair in my bedroom. I would never get rid of them, even if I don't use them anymore.
rockin hair lady!
Busy Boy had "Diaper". His lovey of choice was a disposable diaper.
The upside was that it was easily replaced.
The not-so-up side was that those things left a trail of grit in the bed, and more than one onlooker thought we were letting him love on a used diaper.
No blankie for me - just a couple of stuffed animals. One of which may or may not have ended up in a bag of animals being donated to charity. 25+ years later where it disappeared to still remains a mystery.
How have I missed taggies blankets and toys? Must add to the baby registry NOW. Especially since the animals which remain have tags in similar conditions to your blankie and backup. Never hurts to cover all the bases.
My daughter has the very same blanket as Ezra, just in a brown/pink combo!
I'm totally taking my blankie on my honeymoon. Psh.
Ez is so cute. I hope his wife lets him take his, too.
While I was admittedly a little grossed out when you explained what you were holding, I think the sentiment is adorable.
Now go throw it out.
Kidding.
My boy has his Nemo stuffed fish that he calls Bee. Also Pink Bear, Flopsy & Tigger. They are his favorites & he won't sleep without them. My husband thinks he should dump the stuffed animals (he's 7...my son, not my husband).
I will cry when he is done with his animals & will totally save them to embarrass him when he brings home his fiancee.
My daughter had Blankie and Other Blankie - Other Blankie being the primary favorite of course. Other Blankie was a girl. Only my daughter could tell Other Blankie from Blankie. We eventually put a little mark on Other Blankie so as to not make Gross Errors at bedtime.
I'll bet you get bids for those Cribbies. You can starts a whole new trend. It's recycley! and green! and purposeful! and...and...ok, I'm all out.
I had a yellow fleece blanket with silky trim for I don't even know how long. I think it's currently in my mom's closet, where it will most likely stay for all eternity. I'm 20 & I still sleep with my Bunny (a little formerly pink bunny rabbit given to me by my favorite aunt on my first Easter, when I was about a month old) & a panda bear, which I think I called Pandy for a while. I was real original with names back then. Then panda was given to me by my daddy on my 4th birthday. & I still sleep with them because I like to hold on to something when I sleep. I have a purple teddy bear named Max in my college apartment because I didn't want to risk losing Bunny & Panda. It's strange considering getting married & not having those animals with me. Although I guess that I'll rather enjoy holding on to my husband instead then. :)
Also, those 2 pictures of Ezra? Cutest. Pictures. EVER. You should print them out & frame them & hang them someplace special so you can always remember that moment of adorableness.
My little guy (who is now 13 1/2 and almost taller than me!), loved his Eeyore so much as a baby that he now has a collection and loves everything Eeyore. He still has the original one in his room - fondly nicknamed "FrankenEeyore" for all the sewing I've had to do to keep him in one piece. LOL
Ez and Curtain are totally adorable! I bet Curtain likes to "go" "car" "bye bye" too, eh? :)
My (now 17 year-old) son had a blanket he called his "dit dit". Only the tags mattered (he'd hand it to us and say, "Tag" and we'd have to find the tag for him) and they were often pulled off or lost so we had to buy a new "dit dit" more than once. Ezra's "curtain" would have been the perfect solution. (and yes, we've saved the "dit dit").
Hmm,I think you've solved my blogger's block. Thanks Amy!
Ours is a very, very dirty bunny.
Whose name is "Bunny".
My brother had a baby blanket that someone made for him. The edging got ripped off, and he used to put his arm through the hole to sleep. My mom took it and sewed it up for him, and when he woke up the next morning, she found he had stayed up in his crib and re-ripped the hole for his arm, and didn't fall asleep until it was there again. She pulled it out when his son was born, and he still calls it "his" blanket even though it is officially his son's now.
That's all I have for a blanket story.
My daughter Calleigh also has a "taggie". Well, she has 3. The original is just "taggie", then we have "new taggie" and "other taggie". I needed a backup for when "taggie" was in the wash, so I purchases another which was a different pattern and material. That became "other taggie" and she will have no parts of it. Finally I broke down and spent the $30 to buy an identical which became "new taggie". She will settle for that one, but b/c of the many many washings she can still tell the difference and prefers the original.
PS. LOVE the red!
I have an idea for Cribby. I had a hand-sewn blanket given to me by my Godmother (it had Mother Goose on it with blue bonnet)...anyway...I slept with that blanket until I left for college I think. Knowing I didn't want to throw it away, I had my Dad(yes, that's right, my DAD) help me sew a stuffed frog from a pattern and used the blanket as stuffing. Voila! You keep Cribby ever so wonderfully hidden from plain sight (it can be your little secret) in a cute package of your choosing.
I LOVE the stank-ass face you are making in that first picture. It's very ... evocative.
Go your mom for hanging on to that for you!
I have a blankie. I slept with it up until my husband and I moved in together. Then it was folded up and on the bed but not slept with. It is so raggy my husband convinced me to put it in the closet. Very well loved blankie that I miss sometimes at night when I can't sleep. Something about the smell and softness against my face.
I love both cribby and curtain! I had Eddie the Elephant. Actually there was Skinny Eddie (so named because he deflated after the 1,275 wash) and Fat Eddie (who was identical except for being a bit more robust from less washing.) Both have been sewn back together innumerable times and both of them followed me through college and My mom said she knew I was going to be boy crazy when they gave me the girl elephant (named Ellie) and I wasn't interested, I just wanted the boys.
My guy has a "nigh nigh" that is a taggie blanket, too! Sometimes I feel bad when all the other kids have full blankets and my guy has his little one - but that is what he likes!
Your facial expressions are awesome! Seriously.
I had a blanket that I wore around my neck like a cape (because I'd loved a giant hole in it). Apparently I thought I was royalty.
So cute! I'm pretty sure my mom has my blanky stashed away, too. My grandma and aunt make awesome blankets that are flannel on one side and satin on the other. My nephew (now 8) gave them the name buoy and has had a very hard time giving them up. So... my aunt made him a giant one when his little brother was born. It has a fleece Indianapolis Colts logo on one side (to match his room) and satin on the other. It rocks and I really want to ask her to make me one!
So cute! I'm pretty sure my mom has my blanky stashed away, too. My grandma and aunt make awesome blankets that are flannel on one side and satin on the other. My nephew (now 8) gave them the name buoy and has had a very hard time giving them up. So... my aunt made him a giant one when his little brother was born. It has a fleece Indianapolis Colts logo on one side (to match his room) and satin on the other. It rocks and I really want to ask her to make me one!
So cute! I'm pretty sure my mom has my blanky stashed away, too. My grandma and aunt make awesome blankets that are flannel on one side and satin on the other. My nephew (now 8) gave them the name buoy and has had a very hard time giving them up. So... my aunt made him a giant one when his little brother was born. It has a fleece Indianapolis Colts logo on one side (to match his room) and satin on the other. It rocks and I really want to ask her to make me one!
My Care Bear is in my closet. Children are forbidden to touch it. She's from 1984.
My son has Stu. Stu is basically a little blanket with a monkey's head. (Much less creepy than it sounds there.) He is our constant companion and we have "Stu 2," his understudy.
My Care Bear is in my closet. Children are forbidden to touch it. She's from 1984.
My son has Stu. Stu is basically a little blanket with a monkey's head. (Much less creepy than it sounds there.) He is our constant companion and we have "Stu 2," his understudy.
My Care Bear is in my closet. Children are forbidden to touch it. She's from 1984.
My son has Stu. Stu is basically a little blanket with a monkey's head. (Much less creepy than it sounds there.) He is our constant companion and we have "Stu 2," his understudy.
I have gotten into fights with other restaurant patrons over bunny and lost my shit at Disney World over froggy. I'm more worried about their love-bugs than they are.
I FINALLY got rid of what was left of my "blankie" - there was one long shredded piece of white in a ziploc bag that my Mom added baby powder to keep it from smelling. Yeah, pretty nasty. But I love to see that I'm not the only one with the blankie or "cribby." And I love the red hair too. :)
Hell NO could I throw away my ugly BLACK FELT pillow with garish flamingoes done in even uglier 70's-velour-type-material! That thing was SPECIAL. And I could never throw away my Evan's Pandy bear. EVER.
Look at your GUNS lady! Your working out regime thingy is really working!
Similar to Jen L. and her son's Stu (above), my boys both have those animal heads tied onto a small blankie toys that they refer to as "dat guy". My oldest has one in particular that he is obsessed with - my younger son likes them in large quantities and regularly runs around with 4 in his arms yelling "guys!" They will be kept safe and brought out at appropriate moments in their young adulthood, I'm sure.
Also? Ezra is so stinkin' cute in those pics - particularly the last one where he is grinning through his thumb. ADORABLE!
I had blankie. The neighborhood kids let my Mom down. She thought for sure they woudl shame four-year old me into giving blankie up. Instead, one boy helpfully suggested I cut blankie into pieces to always have it with me. My parents went to great lengths to get me to part with my blankie. Bribes. Kingergartners don't carry blankies, etc. They told me I "forgot" it at a hotel. Fifteen years later Mom confessed she still had the last piece of blankie. Twenty years later she framed that last piece and sent it to me. It sits in our upstairs hallway, I would probably put it downstairs, but I wouldn't want to burden my husband with having to tell the story to people.
You have been watching too much Project Runway!
I think the "aged saliva crunch" is a good look on you.
You have been watching too much Project Runway!
I think the "aged saliva crunch" is a good look on you.
I still have my Mr. Blankey. I still sleep with him, although he gets stuffed into my pillow case. He's nothing but a piece of string now. When my husband and I first started dating, he almost threw it away! Good thing he didn't!
I'm glad others have covered my two major points, which are:
1. You are looking hella svelte, and
2. Your hair is faaaaabulous.
Me, I never needed a blankie or a toy. I had my thumb. Until SIXTH GRADE. And I still twirl my hair.
Can I ask a totally unrelated question? What type of lens is that on your camera?
I still have blanky! Yours is in better shape.
Um....I still have my blankie that my grandma crocheted for me. And it may or may not still be near my bed. I'm not committing to anything.
My little one - has a blanket that he calls "Mimi". Not sure why, but unfortunately there is no backup. Even the thought is enough to create chaos. It's original color was an off-white color. It is now somewhere between grungy beige and disgusting grey.
One of our one-year-old twin girls is happy with a number of different blankets. But the other one only cares about "Stinky Pinky" (our name for it.) Some spendthrift friend of ours gave us one of those Little Giraffe faux fur blankets ($40.00 on Amazon--INSANE!), and we made the mistake of giving it to Twin B instead of trading it in for five outfits. So now she clutches it to her face and sucks on it as she sleeps. In order to wash it, we have to do the laundry around her nap schedule, because we can't pry it out of her little talons when she's fast asleep. As a result, the once luxurious fabric has the texture of feral llama and smells like my eighth-grade gym locker.
I like your hair, btw. You look like a young Maureen Dowd.
My daughter has her 'Kiki' (a bear/blankie combo) and woe betide he or her who wants to take Kiki away for some washing. Kiki must not be washed, Kiki is sacred.
My daughter has her 'Kiki' (a bear/blankie combo) and woe betide he or her who wants to take Kiki away for some washing. Kiki must not be washed, Kiki is sacred.
I never really had a blankie, but I did have "Rocky", who was actually Zephir from the Babar the Elephant stories. Let's just say that Rocky started out with an attached hat, a full set of clothes, and blue feet and ended up hatless and naked with medical taped-up feet. Very, very well-loved.
Just found out that my 95 year-old grandmother has begun buying my same stuffed animals that I had as a child for MY future children. We can't find Zephir anywhere, but I know I have a Curious George and a Gund Snuggle bear on the way. I almost cried when I heard she was doing that.
P.S. I love Ezra's secret smile in that second picture.
My "blankie" became stuffing for a pillow when I was finally done with it in 6th grade. Don't know what happened to the pillow.
But I'm saving my kids' blankies too: BowBow, Snuggie and get this: "Nice and Clean" #3's blankie aquired that name after the traumatic event of taking it and washing it. All he said over and over was "nice and clean" so the name stuck.
My mom still has my blankie! And I have my Care Bear! Friend Bear is faded from washing and has plenty of stitches but she was my buddy and still hangs out on my nightstand!
My Nataly calls her blanket "Bobby". And God have mercy on you if you leave Bobby behind. She will cry "Bobby, Bobby, where is my Bobby!" So sad.
Mine didn't have a name, but it looked about like Cribby when it finally was "lost" (in my mom's closet) for the last time. It was a cotton thermal blanket and all that was left was the satin binding - literally. Well loved!!!!
My mother let my stuff rot away in our moldy basement, so none of it is good anymore. I swear not to do that to my kids.
My son has his beloved tubby. An already haggard looking stuffed hippo. It looks like it got run over by a steam roller.
I had the silk ribbon off of an old blanket when I was little... I also called it my curtain! Go Ez!!!
Addie has woobie.
Considering woobie started out as a fine front page regretsy type item I made?
Girl's screwed.
I have my bunny doll (a pink bunny with a doll face) from 1964, in my lingerie drawer. I figure something so important in my life deserves nice silky bed to rest in. Now every now and then I get kinda grossed because my bunny doll is pretty skanky after so many years of love. But then I remember my body is too.