In the middle of July, I wrote about a blanket I had made to take with me to yoga class. Here is a picture of the blanket that I included in my blog:
I finished this blanket while sitting on the beach at Waikiki, and found that it functions just as well as a beach blanket as it does a yoga blanket.
And as airplanes, trains, and hotels tend to have their thermostats set to a temperature that leaves me with goosebumps, I have taken the blanket with me on most of my travels since I got the last end woven in; my blanket has become (in addition to my personal talisman) a well-traveled and important component of my travel plans.
Today, while I was at Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina, I had yet another opportunity to use it. After a day of the ocean and the sand and the sun, I got a photo of my blanket in it’s natural habitat:
I expect that by the end of October, as the hurricane season winds down, the chill of the coming winter begins to set in, I will finally finish the bag that refuses to be finished, and my blanket, my bag, and I will be able to set out on new, magical adventures.