Ritual:
I have the same thing for breakfast every morning.
Toast (usually sourdough but sometimes rye) and coffee.
Truth be told – most days I have 2 breakfasts,
one at 7:00am – because I’m a 100 years old,
and the other at about 9:30am – with the rest of the world, to keep them company (another cup of coffee, one piece of toast)
Habit:
For as long as we’ve lived here, as soon as he gets home from work,
my husband walks into the house, takes off his shoes, and leaves them for dead.
There are 3 other people living here, where are all the other shoes you ask?
They’re a few feet away, in a shoe rack
(or at least in very close proximity of the shoe rack).
Obsession:
When my babies were born, they were each given a receiving blanket.
My daughter was gifted her blanket by a close family friend,
it was simple, white and cotton, she named it Blankie
My son was given his by a beloved aunt who made it for him,
he calls it Blue Blankie or Yangster
Ofcourse today, 13 and 8 years later, respectively
they are a ball of yarn and a shred of cloth.
They have literally been loved to death.
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May 11, 2012 @ 07:12:20
This is so interesting and I love your pictures!
May 11, 2012 @ 10:09:07
My kids are the same way. They were each given a blanket, one pink, one blue, from my mom at birth that became their blankie. Paige, the 12 year old, chewed and bit hers, so it is not called holey blankie. Its basically has the edges left. My son loves his blue one, but around age one picked up a purple blanket that is the same style at the blue one. It was actually given to Paige, but he has claimed it. He carries them both together. When people question why my son has a purple blanket, it tell them that he has been secure in his masculinity since an early age!
May 11, 2012 @ 14:34:47
So cute! My kids never attached to a blanket, but it always amazes me how much blankies are shredded into dust! By love!!!