Tag Archives: comfort

Lost: Security – Found: Blankey

10 Jul

When I was young, really little, I was given a gift by one of my mother’s friends. A quilt. Little did this woman know this would be the greatest gift I would ever receive as a child. It wasn’t just a quilt, or a blanket to me. It was my security, my comfort. Growing up with a mother with bi-polar, or manic depression as it was called back then and a father who didn’t want to be around much to deal with her or his children, left little in the way of love, caring and comforting for me as the baby in the family.

Eventually, I wore out this blankey, it literally disintegrated in the wash it was so worn out. My mother never told me she just threw it out, and when I went looking for it she finally had to break the news. I was devastated and immediately scoured the house for a replacement…found one! Wore that one out, found another replacement, they seemed to last for 8 years or so, then needed replacing. My mother would joke when I was getting into my teens and still sleeping with a blankey, that I was going to take that silly thing on my honeymoon. She was right! I took it on both of my honeymoons, thank you very much! I took it with me to the hospital to give birth to my first child too! I’m 35 years old and still sleep with a blankey! I’m not ashamed in the least. If my “habit” is sleeping with a blanket at night, who am I hurting? Does it give off second hand smoke? I don’t think so, it’s probably the safest habit I could have. I certainly enjoy it.

The lady who bought me my first blanket passed away when I was only 12, she was a family friend, and I don’t know how I would’ve made it through growing up without it. So thank you!

Lost: My cool (apparently) – Found: Granny Panties

19 Jun

I know most mom’s will be able to relate to this, well at least I hope so. I have 2 older sisters and my oldest, who is 12 years my senior, is the most fashionable out of all of us. She always was, she’s one of those mom’s who never lost her cool. The other day I went out shopping for myself for a change. I picked up a couple of new tops (on sale of course), I was pretty excited about them, they were colourful and I thought “in style”.

My oldest sister came by for a visit, and commented on my shirt and my whole outfit saying how it makes me look like a grandmother and it’s too big, etc. She’s a size zero and I’m a size 16! I don’t want to be showing my rolls and flab to everyone is tight, form-fitting clothes, so I buy tops that have some give. Most styles today are “flowy” and I appreciate that. My sister doesnt’. I was so excited about my new top too. Well not anymore. 😦

When I was pregnant, I did away with my thongs and opted for the comfy, full coverage of a granny panty, why stop there! Feeling comfortable is important to me, looking good now comes second, sadly. I hope it won’t always be this way, but until I figure out what I’m doing with my body (having baby #2 or committing to losing the weight) then comfort is where it is at!

My husband, being the wonderful man that he is, loves me in my granny panties or not…lol!

I do remember the days when I was a size 4, could where anything, a bikini and rocked it. I’m glad I have those memories and photos, but for this moment, I’m glad I have my granny panties to cover my Kardashian-esque booty!