As the clock ticked closer to midnight and my husband's snores carried through the house, I had an Aha! moment and ran to my closet. I remembered how much Peter loved the feel of my winter white sweater with soft Angora rabbit hair. There was a possibility that I might not ever be able to wear it again, but I'd always been one to err on the side of sleep over fashion. Maybe that's why my hair is always pulled back haphazardly in a hairband. Who wants to spend 30 minutes with a brush, hair dryer, and flat iron? Not me. I chilled my sweater in the freezer, hoping it wouldn't pick up the freezer burn smells that he normally complained about. Thankfully the blanket worked.
Days passed and we waited for the new Blankey to arrive. We even had a false alarm when the UPS truck stopped at our neighbor's house and Peter ran outside assuming his wait was finally over. The next day his new Blankey finally arrived and I reclaimed my sweater.