Throw Blankets

Without some nice throw blankets, beds and couches look like the room has been staged by cheap house flippers looking to make out with their cash before the housing market pops.

I have two throw blankets that I love: one is an old blanket my dad got in Montana about half a century ago. Another was a gift from a friend before she moved out of the country. In either case, they’re not just warm blankets, but also remind me of people that have mattered in my life on a daily basis, which can make quarantine feel a little less lonely.