I’ve discovered I need different types of blankets depending on how I feel. I can’t explain it. I have a thin spread, as my mother would call it on my bed, a chenille blanket for downstairs because it’s always cooler downstairs, a thick fuzzy blanket to go on top of the thin “spread” if it’s not doing it’s job and what I now need is a quilt.
Yesterday I suddenly became ill while visiting my parents. It’s warm here but I was freezing. They turned the air off gave me a blanket and I still couldn’t get warm.
Then my mom brought a quilt my granny made. I fell asleep right away. Now I would like to have a quilt my granny made or when I finish my sewing classes, I’d like to take the ones she had left undone and finish them. It’s the one thing I wish I would have learned to do from her before she passed away or as I say, transformed (from the physical body to the spiritual body). I dreamed she was showing me yesterday evening as I slept. Now, I really believe I can do it. Even if it will be a challenge with my RA.