This blanket was a gift to me about 20 years ago, given to me by a dear friend, Frances Thost Grigg. She was born in 1920 (she would kill me for saying that) in St. Louis, MO. The blanket moved with her to Chicago, New York, San Francisco, and finally to Southern California.
It always reminds me of her, of friendship, of passions we shared for travel, gardening, cooking, and reading.
I don’t know whether it was a gift to her or a purchase she made but it has clearly kept folks warm for a long time.
One of her loves was art so it seems fitting this blanket would become part of a sculpture.
She’d be embarrassed by the tatters, but proud to be involved.