Tag: hugs

Grandma Still Knows Best

Sometimes new inventions humor me, because I am like duh.  There’s this new thing about weighted blankets, and how studies show that this helps reduce stress because it is like being swaddled as an infant.

Did we really need a scientific study and a corresponding article to spell this out?  Plus why is this a new revelation?  Of course a heavy blanket makes you feel like you are being hugged tightly throughout the long, cold, and solitary night.  Its called an afghan, like your grandma used to knit, that is heavy and wraps you in ever present tight arms, smells like comfort, feels as soft as your favorite sweater.

Maybe this is new news because of the raising popularity of down comforters, fluffy as a cloud, warm as  an insulated igloo, as light as the dawn’s first rays.  It’s a great invention, but if you want to be held all night long like a child in a rocking chair, give gram’s a call.

Sometimes innovation is great, sometimes new innovation is repetitive.

Sleep good everyone, whether it is under a cloud of hot air, a family heirloom, or newly invented weighted blanket.

Midnight Hug

The dark world is comforting with its constant midnight hug.  I miss the sun but the forever night is appealing with the bright glowing lights.  This warm yellow light in inviting with its lazy glow.  The slow and constant wintertime rains feels like staying under the covers for the whole day, comfortably hiding from the outside world.  There is something magical about the mystery of the long moonlight.  Something provocative about the deep black, something charming about the abyss of black holing you stead fast in a cozy embrace.