It is finished. The blanket, THE blanket, the lap throw that beat up all the other lap throws, the knitted Christmas blanket for my husband.

Some questioned whether it would ever be done. I don’t even know how many stripes it has.

When Maud was little she had a blue flannel blanket we called a fuddy, nomenclature derived from Gil’s sister’s family. It was everything to her, she out-Linus’d Linus, tho she never sucked her thumb. As she got older she moved on to clutching a thick, brightly colored silk scarf of mine when she slept. She dreamed better. I still cherish that scarf. The more because she hugged it.

I never had a fuddy. But I sure liked making this one, with love, for Gil.