I just could not bear to part with my children's baby blankets. My momma's heart just cried at the fact that they were all in boxes in the attic. My "you have to stop hoarding now!" side was bucking to get rid of those boxes.
The two sides ended up, after a long debate, at a rather lovely compromise. The baby blankets are out of the attic, hacked to pieces, and yet, still wonderfully usable.
At one point I mentioned to Mr. Curly that it was going to be a "sick blanket," meaning, it would only get used when you were sick. Because, really, what is more comforting than a baby blanket? Why a homemade quilt made entirely out of baby blankets of course!
But now that it is done, I just don't know. It might end up on my bed for awhile.