I bought this blanket at a garage sale in 1990, or thereabouts, for one dollar. I got it as bed for my dog. He died within a year or two of my acquiring this blanket, and since then I have used it to cushion furniture that I am moving, to make a soft place for a few cats; and to protect the car seats with later dogs.
I like having this old thing, because it reminds me of the season of my journey. It feels sort of like throwing out food, donating this blanket. It seems like a loss for some homeless person who might otherwise benefit from it. But I am willing to part with it for the sake of art!