2 Throw Blanket Throw Down

A couple of weeks into life with Michael and I under the same roof, one very big difference between us has become quite apparent. While Michael’s internal body temperature hovers around the same temperature as the surface of the sun, my fingers and toes are practically icicles at all times. If he’s cool and comfortable, I’m shaking and shivering and if I’ve cranked the heat on full blast, he’s sweating bullets.

After putting the time in to “man-ing up” the den for Michael—missed that adventure in de-girl-ifying? Click here—I didn’t want bring in a fluffy prissy blanket to ruin all my hard work. This DKNY throw blanket was the perfect solution. Comfy, cozy and completely gender neutral. A new throw blanket just for me but still man den friendly…
 

That is, a new-throw-blanket-just-for-me-until-I-get-up-to-go-to-the-bathroom-and-return-to-find-a-little-gremlin-in-my-spot…



While I love this little bearded angel more than homemade mac n’ cheese on a rainy day, there is no way I’m sharing this perfectly clean ivory throw blanket with her not so clean puppy paw prints. Not going to happen.

Solution: Remember this coffee table I painted a while back?



Over the weekend, I stumbled upon a basket just the perfect size to fit in its belly.



It’s been bothering me to look down through the glass at an empty basket bottom BUT there was no way I was going to let this space turn into a clutter pit for miscellaneous items.



Good thing my new throw fits snuggly in this spot. Just out of June Bug’s reach but not too far away from the sofa where my inner couch potato will find it just too dang difficult to fold and put away.

 
Cara – 1. June Bug – one million and three. I think I’m gaining on her.