My blanket is absolutely cherished by me since I live in the UK. I knitted it about ten years ago while I lived in Berlin. It is made from left-over wool and old sweaters I just ripped open again to re-use. Don’t ask me about the knitting pattern, I completely forgot how I made it.

Although it consists primarily of holes it is surprisingly warm and guess what: it is as big as my bed. So in winter I put it over my duvet as a second layer to keep me snuggly warm and cosy as I sleep parallel to the bedroom window. Needless to say that in Germany it was just a sofa throw with no further duties.
Just recently I thought about three items I will never part with. This blanket is one of them, the others are my childhood teddy called Iffy and my grandfather’s travel bible.

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