My Favorite Thing

This week’s Friday Flashback is all about favorite items from childhood. Please focus your attention to the following photo:


What is this raggedy, waffle-weaved piece of fabric? And why is it the shape of Nevada?

Friends, this is my blankie. Or, more specifically, what’s left of my blankie. (8 square inches.)

Once pale yellow with satin edges, I slept with this bad boy for 6 or 7 years of my life, until the fateful day when my parents told me it was time to say goodbye.

Say goodbye?! To my blankie?! The one that I escorted around the house all day? The blankie that I rubbed across my face when I was sad and lonely? The one that I slept with wrapped around my pillow to ensure constant face-to-blankie interaction every night of my LIFE?

I wasn’t going down without a fight. I wanted an explanation! A parental mission statement including, but not limited to, how throwing away a harmless blanket would better my life!

Or so I thought.

I threw my beloved blankie in the trash at the promise of a Dilly Bar.

A 39-cent Dilly Bar from Dairy Queen.

Whoorl: Poster Girl for Bribery.

However, as my parents were loading my little sister into the car for our Dairy Queen extravaganza, I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut off a small corner of the blanket.

(HA! A blankie AND a Dilly Bar! I outsmarted The Man! TAKE THAT!)

So, I’ve had this piece of blanket for my entire life. I don’t sleep with it or have any interaction with it really; it just sits in the closet with my sweaters, but I would be absolutely crushed if I ever lost it.

What’s your favorite childhood item? If you blog about it, be sure and leave a link in my comments so we can read it. In the meantime, check out these other childhood faves!

Girl’s Gone Child
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Izzy Mom

  • janet

    March 28, 2008 at 7:24 am

    I confess I still have my blankie and I still sleep with it. (How embarrassing, I know) But it makes a really good eye cover when husband wants to stay up late reading! And I promise I throw it in the wash often so it doesn’t still have childhood funk on it.

  • motherbumper

    March 28, 2008 at 7:28 am

    Way to stick it to the man! Dilly Bar AND blankie piece – congrats to you for outsmarting that bribe.

  • Sizzle

    March 28, 2008 at 7:31 am

    It’d be cool if you could fashion that bit of cloth (shaped like Nevada!) into something you can see daily. That way it’d also honor it’s importance in your life.

    Woah. I’ve totally been watching too much Clean Sweep.

    I had this doll that I looooooooved. My first doll ever. I named her “Chubby” (hello, body image issues from way back). Sadly, I have no idea where Chubby is now. :(

  • winomom

    March 28, 2008 at 7:32 am

    Do you know that my sorority (gah) sister/roommate had a blankie she slept with WRAPPED AROUND HER HEAD, and not only that, but SHE TOOK IT TO SHACK UP WITH BOYFRIENDS/ONE NIGHTERS. Now that kind of wigged me. I was sort of thinking that if you need the blankie to go with, maybe you shouldn’t be doing the shagging. I dunno, just a thought. I’m going to think of my favorite thing.

  • natalie 42

    March 28, 2008 at 7:42 am

    Whoa, winomom, that is really freakish!

    My favorite thing(s) were my Winnie the Poo bear I got when i was just a baby and my blankie. The Poo Bear was an old school looking Poo, not the new and not so improved one. He has a bell in one ear and the sound of that little bell was pure comfort for me. I still have him tucked away in a closet. From from the reaches of my beast of a pup. My blankie was actually my cousins blankie. He died before I ever came along, then his mother died a year later. MY mother had made the blankie for him and it was returned to her after my aunt passed away. my aunt and my mother were very close and I guess my uncle thought it would be good for my mother to have it. I found it one day and clung to it like a mad woman. She let me keep it. It is such a sweet little blue blankie with bright yellow, puffy ducks all over it with a cute frilly edge. I love it. I never got to meet my aunt either so its kind of a nice connection for me.

    Brava on the Dilly Bar AND blankie keepsakes!

  • Lyndsay

    March 28, 2008 at 7:42 am

    I turn 29 tomorrow and still sleep every night with Oatie, my small, nubby, brown teddy bear from my childhood. When I’m anxious or sad, I smell his head and an instantly conforted.
    He accompanied me to camp, college and beyond. He went on my honeymoon with me. My husband is resigned to his presence and often joins me in hunts for him now that my 18-month-old has shown an affinity for hiding him.
    Recently, I took a group of 16 college students on Alternative Spring Break…he came with me. And I’m not ashamed of him. Some people still need a woobie and I am one of them. I figure it’s a better crutch than, say, booze or crack cocaine.

  • Clownfish

    March 28, 2008 at 7:47 am

    Dear WFW, I know I’m off-topic of the baby blanket but… I just wanted to say that it was nice meeting you and your little guy yesterday. It was good catching up with my ol’ friend SAJ and always a pleasure meeting someone new.

  • Ariel

    March 28, 2008 at 7:54 am

    My cabbage patch doll- her name is Francis Teresa (I thought when I was a kid that all nuns had Teresa in their names so I thought she was catholic and would grow up to be a nun. Don’t ask me why:) So now- 26 years later she sits high on a shelf because I love her so. My 4 year old BEGS to play with her, but I won’t let her because I’ve already had to sew her arms on her. She was well played with when I was little.

  • slynnro

    March 28, 2008 at 8:29 am

    I had one of those apples that you can move around and it plays music. It’s in my parent’s attic, I visit it on occasion when I am at home.

  • slynnro

    March 28, 2008 at 8:30 am

    OH AND! My Joyce Doll. I had a babysitter/nanny-type-person named Joyce who created a doll in her likeness for me.

  • andrea

    March 28, 2008 at 8:54 am

    I had a “cloffie” and a Raggedy Ann my mom made me when I was 4 years old. Like many celebrities, Raggedy Ann underwent plastic surgery because her face was thread bare and nearly falling off. I still have her but not the cloffie.

  • kate

    March 28, 2008 at 8:58 am

    I shared my story on my blog, here: http://sweetpot8o.blogspot.com/

    Thanks for the memories. I need something to snuggle now.

  • Dana

    March 28, 2008 at 9:14 am

    I’d set my cousin on fire if it meant I’d get a Dilly Bar.
    That’s so sweet that you still have a corner of it. Funny that it’s shaped like Nevada!

  • Jora

    March 28, 2008 at 9:29 am

    That is so, so sweet!

  • Kristin

    March 28, 2008 at 9:34 am

    If only I had a blog to post a picture of MY blankie from childhood…. sigh.

    After carrying it around r the better part of ten years, a blanket (originally 4ftx4ft) turned into a knotted ball of blankie strips. It’s in a box in the basement, but I would NEVER part with it. Can’t wait to show DD when she gets a little older.

    I think you should frame your piece :)

  • Rhi

    March 28, 2008 at 9:47 am

    I still have my blanky, and my fave doll Muffy. Yes, her name is Muffy.

    But, a Dilly Bar? Tempting! I probably would have given up both Muffy and my Blanky for a Dilly Bar. A red one :)

  • BethanyWD

    March 28, 2008 at 9:58 am

    My husband still has his childhood “bear” that he allows/forces our son to sleep with.

    I’m not the most sentimental person, so the item that I can’t seem to toss out has nothing to go with a beloved bear or blanket. It’s my scoliosis brace that I wore for three years, from 5th through 8th grade.

    This was a painful time, both physically (the brace made my skin blister and I would sabotage it to be able to spend a day brace-free) and emotionally (I was relentlessly teased and called RoboCop 3). And in the end, it didn’t even serve it’s purpose as I still had to undergo a major spinal fusion surgery at 18. But, each time we move or re-organize, I can’t bring myself to get rid of it. It’s a reminder that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger and that there is nothing external that defines who you are as a person.

    Plus, it costs my parents $1,000 and would YOU throw away $1,000?

  • Spandrel Studios

    March 28, 2008 at 10:40 am

    When I was in kindergarten and had my tonsils removed, my Dad bought me a little toy dachshund that sits on my desk to this day.

  • FK

    March 28, 2008 at 10:43 am

    Dancer, my stuffed reindeer (who was actually a moose). My mom told me that he came to life on Christmas Eve and was one of Santa’s famous 8 reindeer. She would take him while I was sleeping on Christmas Eve and I’d find him the next morning sitting by the fireplace (he was too tired to make it back up to my bedroom after all that flying!). I thought I was the coolest kid on the planet. But really I just had the coolest mom ever. : )

  • Gia

    March 28, 2008 at 11:02 am

    As sappy as it sounds, the object I would grab first is the box of old family photos. My parents are divorced, one is remarried, and I cherish the few photos I posess of my original family all happy and smiling. It is a reminder that not all was bad and that despite my parents detesting each other now, I was a product of love. Sorry to get all sentimental on you guys, but I am being honest!!!

    I do sleep with a “teddy” but I replace him every few years with a new one. I suppose you could say I sleep around with my teddies! Ha!

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  • June

    March 28, 2008 at 11:05 am

    Andrea – I have the same thing! My mom made me a Raggedy Ann when I was 3 or 4. I called her “Raggy” and I loved her so much that mom had to patch her and her clothes numerous times and even give her a new face. I think I was in Jr. High or High School before my mom could finally convince me to put her in my memory box to keep her from falling apart!

    My husband still sleeps with “Mr. Bear” and he’s so soft & cuddly I sometimes steal him during the night so I can snuggle him :)

  • Loralee

    March 28, 2008 at 11:22 am

    Mine is underwear.

    Sad, but true.

    I was glad for the idea, I didn’t know what I was going to write about today. Thanks!

  • Loralee

    March 28, 2008 at 12:08 pm

    Posting the link would be nice, huh?

    Here you go!

  • Michelle & the City

    March 28, 2008 at 12:22 pm

    well i had a minnie mouse visor that a tourist STOLE OFF MY HEAD while we were visiting Disneyworld. i still miss that thing.

  • merrymishaps

    March 28, 2008 at 12:24 pm

    I called my blanket my “ah ah,” probably because you say “ah” as you rub the soft, soft fabric against your face.

    I still have it, in a drawer.

  • andrea

    March 28, 2008 at 12:27 pm

    I still to this day have my blanket. I think it is probably just like yours but pink with satin edges. It did have an accident with the baseboard heaters when I was four, but beyond that it was my treasured possession and I took great care of it. It is still in the closet in Charlie’s room and I would be devastated if anything ever happened to it. Charlie actually sleeps with Jon’s baby blanket every night, so much for all the lovely hand made ones he received as baby gifts.

  • Jamie

    March 28, 2008 at 12:38 pm

    The one thing I really treasure from my childhood (other than actual heirloom pieces, like bronzed shoes, etc.) is my blue Popple stuffed animal. I realize this dates me, but it’s true. I love that Popple to this day – in retrospect, I think it was because of its marsupial qualities. It was the first multitasking stuffed animal.

  • LVGurl

    March 28, 2008 at 1:26 pm

    HA! You giving up your blankie for a dilly bar made me laugh… quite loud :D

    My favorite was a stuffed dog named Drooper. My dad gave me Drooper when I was four. I still have him, I let the girls play with him occassionally. But I’m very protective of my Drooper.

  • foodmomiac

    March 28, 2008 at 1:27 pm

    I love how sneaky you were!
    My contribution is here: http://www.foodmomiac.com/foodmomiac/2008/03/panda.html

  • CLK

    March 28, 2008 at 1:56 pm

    Long time reader, first time commenter. I have a stuffed monkey I have had since I was 3. He used to go with me everywhere. I am 28 and married now, and he sits on a rocking chair in a room of our house. He has no real hair/fur left because I overloved him. My husband said he will use that excuse when he loses all his hair.

  • Katie

    March 28, 2008 at 3:02 pm

    I am 36 and still have my blankie. She is wonderful. I still rub it on my face. It’s not as big as it used to be, and it’s got many holes, but I still love it. And it’s out on a chair near our bed, or sometimes, under my pillow. Yes, I still sleep with my blankie.

    Don’t ever take wito’s blankie away. a kid needs his blankie.

  • holly*

    March 28, 2008 at 3:22 pm

    i dont have anything from my childhood. well, i have one thing. i have a quilt that my godmother (aka. world’s biggest fabric HOG!)made for me using the curtains from my nursery which my grandmother had made for me. its a pretty dull quilt. red and white gingham 9-block with a red back. the backing is red with white stitching and it looks rad. i’ve been using this quilt for 10years now and wouldnt give it up for anything. heck, my son and i are using it right now as he naps beside me on the couch.

    when i received this quilt, i didnt think it would mean so much to me, but it does and always will. i really hope to save something for my son that will mean this much to him as well. maybe i’ll just give him my red gingham quilt…

  • Mrs. Flinger

    March 28, 2008 at 3:45 pm

    I love that you stuck it to the man. You go get that Dilly Bar and your little blanket, too!
    And I love you for posting your shread o’ blanket. And for keeping it. Mine is also in my closet but I always like knowing it’s still around.

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  • Christina

    March 28, 2008 at 6:20 pm

    You were/are one smart girl getting a dilly bar and a part of your blankie, I can’t believe they were just gonna throw it away ~ Gasp!!!

    I had a penguin that i got in 5th or 6th grade that I slept with for quite some time I don’t remember being too attached to anything. Oddly enough I am attached to everything now!!

    My Mom did make me a quilt a few years ago of some of my baby clothes and my baby blanket that I love and keep on our bed. Its my lovey now!

  • Aimee Greeblemonkey

    March 28, 2008 at 7:43 pm

    freaking awesome.

  • Aimee Greeblemonkey

    March 28, 2008 at 7:43 pm

    Oh, and if I actually remembered my childhood, I would have a favorite thing to remember.

  • nikki

    March 28, 2008 at 7:43 pm
  • ~moe

    March 28, 2008 at 7:45 pm

    At least you gave up your blankie for something worthwhile. I gave mine up for 2 8-track tapes (yes, 8 TRACKS – and I’m only 33). And they weren’t even good 8-tracks. One was Bill Cosby, which was actually funny, but the other? Oh, the other one was just sad – the soundtrack to Grease – the Broadway version. *sigh*.

    I still have the 8-tracks. But no blankie. Now I’m sad.

  • Kimmer

    March 28, 2008 at 8:13 pm

    My favorite thing…today…and for all time…is the fucking Jayhawks. Rock Chalk.

    HELL TO THE FUCKING YEAH. I miss you, Dev.


  • Kimmer

    March 28, 2008 at 8:13 pm

    and Darrell Arthur – you can dunk me anytime.

  • Catheroo

    March 28, 2008 at 10:22 pm

    I used to have a small bean bag hippo. It was pink and purple, with ears and eyes made of felt. I loved it. It was floppy and I could drape it on my shoulder and walk around. My grandmother gave it to me, and after she died, I loved the hippo even more. I wish I still had it.

    I don’t have my blankie either. But I’m pretty sure my little sister STOLE it.

  • Julianna

    March 29, 2008 at 9:29 am

    I have my blanket. His name is Elmer. I named him this when I was about 2. Why? I don’t know. There are actually two Elmers–my mom cut him in half at one point so that there could be one in the wash at all times. I have them both now, and still sleep with him and my teddy bear Becky, who has a much more normal name, but for whom my husband has created an alter-ego—apparently she’s kind of a whore.

  • Daisy

    March 29, 2008 at 10:58 am

    My children are 21 and 16, and they still own their blankies. The faded and worn Loveys live in their closets. Somehow, I think they would have pulled the same trick you did if I tried to bribe them out of this piece of their childhoods!

  • Izzy

    March 29, 2008 at 3:16 pm

    Way to stick it to the man! I still have my blanket, too.

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  • Lady S

    March 30, 2008 at 7:26 pm

    Thanks for the nice story and the great idea. I wrote about my bear.

  • Laura

    March 31, 2008 at 7:58 am

    Seven years? Psh, try ten. And rather than bribery, my parents resorted to theft. They stole my blanket, and it was about seven years until I saw it again. If it wasn’t for them, I might still be carrying around that “blankie” and sucking my thumb – yikes.

  • Aimee

    April 1, 2008 at 2:34 pm

    this is funny – I had a small (1″ square) piece of velvet that I loved. I called it my “softie” and when I sucked my thumb, I put it between my fist and my nose. I can still remember the smell of it.
    I still have it in my baby book. :)