Lesson One - Lori T.

I sucked my thumb till I was 5 years old, never without my pink blanket with the satin binding - the smell and feel of that blanket so deeply comforting, so perfect, so essential, so nurturing to my spirit.  Cloth as Comfort - the world shrunk down to a glow of lovely pink, delicious scent of soft satin, and the feel of it sliding through my fingers and under my nose.

I wrote a longer version of this yesterday with information about that period of my life, my parents, etc., but to me, now, the most interesting aspect is that early, primal, sensual experience of cloth.