What was your blanky? And what happened to it?

Archeron

I use the word "blanky" as its seems to be a word a lot of people recognize. If you cast your mind back hundreds of years to when you were a wee wee nipper, what was your comfort item? A blanket? A teddy? A picture of someone? What made you feel that no matter what happened in the world, everything would still be alright, and you'd go nowhere, absolutely nowhere, without it?

Mine was a teddy called Foggy Face. No idea where the name was from. He was one of those teddies from your parents days. Made of what felt like an onion sack with one eye missing, and a leg stitched back on. I had him til the age of 5 when one of my brothers threw him on the roof of the house. After two days of my panicking about his welfare, the wind blew him into next doors garden where a dalmatian and a five foot high great dane ripped him to pieces. His fluff was caught in their rosebushes for weeks (:D)

So what comforted you in times of woe? And did it meet a sticky end?

channaigh

i had a lou lou it was a piece of a sheet that i would rub went everywhere with me still miss it it was one of those sheets with the differnt colour stripes on.

lisajane

I had a towel/small blanket type of thing. I named it delda. I dont know how i came up with the name delda. I think my mam threw it into the fire when i was about 5.

Ruu_Old

Mine got taken away from me by the Mammy because it was filthy dirty and once it came back from the washing machine, it wasn't the same.

L1011

Apparently its in the attic here still! My family has a stuff-hoarding issue, but its actually my mother thats keeping it, I've managed to train myself out of that sort of stuff, somewhat (says he with about a thousand books and magazine backissues, etc, etc )

Never had any issue with getting it washed or anything, even had a new cover made for it when the old one got tattered according to my mother...

bullets

I never had any comfort item, never had a dummy/soother or
never sucked my thumb.

I was a real sour and bitter child growing up
No wonder I turned into a goth once I hit my teens.

~B

the dee

I had a molly dolly. A soft rag doll thing. Only ever needed it to sleep, didn't need to take her everywhere with me. She's still floating about my mom's house. Thems were the days...

Susannahmia

I had a multi coloured teddy bear with floppy ears that I just called teddy. I slept with it and used to stroke its tag for comfort. I also brought It everywhere and would never part from it.

My mother decided that it was getting very thread bare. She gave it to charity and bought me a new one that was identical, thinking that I wouldnt notice. Of course I noticed and bawled my little eyes out!

She had to buy the old one back from the charity shop but I refused to touch either teddy again. The trust was gone.

My mother found it again a few years ago so its in my bedroom now.

RubyXI

I had a blanket. It was yelow kinda croched boxes and it had a silk border. It was called Bobbie. Part of its silk lives on as memorial. I dont know what happened to bobbie. I wouldnt be suprised if he was still at the bottom of a drawer somewhere. I never throw anything away!!!

4bugny

Forgot about this until I found this thread, but my first teddy bear was a threadbare old thing with cross-stiches for his eyes and nose called fella. One day, so my mam tells it, when I was about 3 we went into a shop. The shopkeeper asked me if I had any teddy bears at home. I said "no, but I have a fella"

Weidii

Had a teddy bear called fozzy and a small white blanket that I took everywhere with me.

One day myself and my sister went to our bedrooms to find that our blankets were gone, we were in tears! My mam told us that a poor woman had called to the door and she gave the blankets to the poor children who "had no blankets of their own." I felt so guilty about missing my blanket after that that I didn't look for it again til I was a teen. Turns out she had them in her wardrobe all along

Rockee

:eek::eek::eek: I can't actually remember what happened to my blanky!! I used to call my blanky my 'ads.' This was because anytime the ads on the telly used to come on when I was a kid Id run down the hall, grab the blanky and sit about 2 inches away from the screen just gawking.

So nope....my 'ads' is A.W.O.L!!

admiralofthefleet

i had a tartan house coat, my mother had a very difficult job getting i off me to wash it. havent a clue what happened to it

il gatto

bullets wrote: »

I never had any comfort item, never had a dummy/soother or
never sucked my thumb.

I was a real sour and bitter child growing up
No wonder I turned into a goth once I hit my teens.

~B

+1 apart from the goth thing. Didn't believe in Santa either. Or the tooth fairy. Or anything kids normally fall for. I blame my parents:D

Mrs. D'arcy

It sounds slightly weird but i used to rub the tags on knickers between mt thumb and first finger. Couldn't sleep without it. Used to get mam or dad to pick one out for me every night and some of the tags were much better than others..had the right kind of friction!it was so comforting...used to suck my thumb at the same time (on the other hand!) and was happy out!Might just searchout a good tag tonight for old times sake

ciaran76

il gatto wrote: »

+1 apart from the goth thing. Didn't believe in Santa either. Or the tooth fairy. Or anything kids normally fall for. I blame my parents:D

+1 Wasn't a goth either but I was probaly the worst child ever as I was very cynical about everything !:o

Susannahmia

Mrs. D'arcy wrote: »

It sounds slightly weird but i used to rub the tags on knickers between mt thumb and first finger. Couldn't sleep without it. Used to get mam or dad to pick one out for me every night and some of the tags were much better than others..had the right kind of friction!it was so comforting...used to suck my thumb at the same time (on the other hand!) and was happy out!Might just searchout a good tag tonight for old times sake

I did the same thing but with the tag on my bear.

Jay P

I never had a blanky, but i did have two rabbits, Labels and Brownie, and no, the were not real. Labels was so called cause he had those shiny labels that feel really nice to rub, so i would rub them and suck my thumb. Ah! Thems were the days.



The days which continued til second class.

orestes

I had a gorilla teddy called Furious George, he even made noise when you pushed his belly in! I had surgery when I was four and even insisted that the doctors gave him stitches aswell! I still have him on a shelf in my room!

Kinda confuses a girlfriend when they first see it since I'm a twenty three year old metal/goth all black, leather trench-coat wearing kinda guy!