A Snip Here, a Snip There...
“Oh my! It’s so… unusual! ” Donna felt the words catch in her throat as she struggled against her immediate reaction to the gift her aunt had given her. The old blanket she now held in her hands was unusual and, for the most part, colorful, but careworn and frayed around the edges. It was just the sort of gift she’d come to expect from her eccentric Aunt Gussie. “I’m so glad you like it,” Gussie exclaimed, almost gushing. “I know it’s old and probably doesn’t match your décor, but there’s a lot of history and love in that old thing!” To say it didn’t match the décor in Donna’s home was an understatement. Donna’s home—her life—was the classic exemplar of monochromatic order. Donna loved for everything to be “ just so. ” She’d always been that way—it was how she’d been raised. “A place for everything, and everything in its place !” she loved to say, emphasizing the last word as she moved something that didn’t “belong” to a well...