The Blog of softblanket

(The reader is advised to have a warm,soft,fluffy blanket at hand for continuous feeling and cuddling as she reads this.)

Blankets!Blankets!Blankets! The very word evokes the intense fascination and delight induced by the tactile-and even visual-sensuality of fluffy blankets.For many women and girls the warm,woolly softness of such soft,feminine coverlets,wraps and garments as fluffy blankets, shawls and sweaters against their soft,delicate skin is a source of sensuous pleasure.

In my own case,my love of blankets began almost with life itself and will persist as long as I live.Indeed,my earliest memories are of the soft feel of blankets during infancy.Early childhood involved as many contacts with them as possible-as,for example,playing with cot blankets on the dolls' bed with the little girl nextdoor.A keenly pleasurable recollection remains of the downy softness of a blanket as it brushed my face when purchased in a department store by my parents.As soon as I was old enough to travel independently,I would haunt the bedding department of all the big stores and furtively stroke and pat their blankets open on display.

As an adult,my greatest moment was when I bought my very first blanket ! I was living in Paris at the time and I bought a luxurious, pink, fluffy mohair blanket at Le Bazaar de l'Hôtel de Ville.I was delighted to see the enjoyment female customers took in touching the many different blankets and the obvious pleasure in stroking and feeling their fluffy,woolly nap of the pretty little black salesgirl.I later bought a sumptuous,orange Solemio wool blanket at a shop on the Avenue Saint Sébastopol.

Here in Spain I've collected a ridiculous number-being a blanketoholic-in mohair,wool, acrylic,etc.