A word on my Edward blanket
I am SO VERY READY for February to be over, but this last gasp of cold weather before spring arrives does have one silver lining: it gives me a little more time with my Edward blanket.
Now, you may have just read that and thought to yourself, "Oh, surely, she doesn't mean Edward Cullen. Surely.".
And to that I can only say: Yeah, that's pretty much exactly what I mean.
Feast your eyes:
Now, imagine that huge and immortalized in fleece.
Now, I should point out that there is NO WAY I would have bought such a thing for myself, first of all because I am solidly Team Jacob, but also because I am entirely cognizant of how utterly insane the Twilight phenomenon has grown and how silly such a purchase would be. But I received it as a hilariously thoughtful Christmas gift and over time, I have truly come to love it. It really is warm and cozy and incredibly soft. As ridiculous fleece throws go, it's tops (I did briefly toy with exchanging it for a Jacob throw, but I decided against it because a) I'm lazy and it saved me a trip to the mall and b) snuggling up with a huge likeness of a 17-year-old is sort of creepy, no matter how ripped his abs are - at least RPattz is legal).
Jason, it should be noted, does not share my ardor. He makes a great show of hating the Edward blanket; for example, if I am snuggled up with Edward on the bed, he will scruch the covers up between us so there's no risk of Edward touching him. I tell him he's just jealous of Edward's sparkly, bronze-haired perfection. And I think I'm right - he has, on occasion, touched the edge of the fleece experimentally, lured in the by the cuddly softness, before coming to his senses and hurling it away in disgust. He's cracking. It's only a matter of time. He will be converted to the Cult of Sparkle. Oh, yes - he will.
Now, you may have just read that and thought to yourself, "Oh, surely, she doesn't mean Edward Cullen. Surely.".
And to that I can only say: Yeah, that's pretty much exactly what I mean.
Feast your eyes:
Now, imagine that huge and immortalized in fleece.
Now, I should point out that there is NO WAY I would have bought such a thing for myself, first of all because I am solidly Team Jacob, but also because I am entirely cognizant of how utterly insane the Twilight phenomenon has grown and how silly such a purchase would be. But I received it as a hilariously thoughtful Christmas gift and over time, I have truly come to love it. It really is warm and cozy and incredibly soft. As ridiculous fleece throws go, it's tops (I did briefly toy with exchanging it for a Jacob throw, but I decided against it because a) I'm lazy and it saved me a trip to the mall and b) snuggling up with a huge likeness of a 17-year-old is sort of creepy, no matter how ripped his abs are - at least RPattz is legal).
Jason, it should be noted, does not share my ardor. He makes a great show of hating the Edward blanket; for example, if I am snuggled up with Edward on the bed, he will scruch the covers up between us so there's no risk of Edward touching him. I tell him he's just jealous of Edward's sparkly, bronze-haired perfection. And I think I'm right - he has, on occasion, touched the edge of the fleece experimentally, lured in the by the cuddly softness, before coming to his senses and hurling it away in disgust. He's cracking. It's only a matter of time. He will be converted to the Cult of Sparkle. Oh, yes - he will.