Imperfections are life's little perfections...

I sewed a blanket for Cohen before he was born. It was really my first sewing project since my high school's textiles class! My friend helped me with it, and we did it in one night. I love that blanket. But if you look closely at it, it's horrible!! Half the squares don't match up, and the binding is sewn on crooked, and now there are pieces coming apart! My mom asked me, "do you think Cohen even cares?!" And of course he doesn't. And actually the parts that are falling apart, are his favorite places to hold on to it. When he was a wee little thing, he would always reach for the yarn pieces and play with them until he fell asleep. And now, whenever he snuggles with the blanket, he will search with his tiny little hand, all over the blanket, until he finds the rip in the binding. He wraps that piece around his cute little fingers. And a few inches from that tear, is a piece of fabric coming undone creating a hole. He will stick his whole hand in that hole, and play with the batting! It is the sweetest thing. I have thought many MANY times that I should re-do the binding so it doesn't look so bad, but what on earth would Cohen do when he goes to feel for the tear, and it isn't there??!?

So for now, it will stay....