And then I buy it.
I bring the blankets home, Nathan looks at me like I've lost my mind, then I box them up and put them away. Because at the moment, there's really no place for granny blankets in my house.
I have no idea why I'm doing this. In the back of my mind, there's some vague notion of a future cottage, nursery, etc., but in the real world - the world of today - granny blankets don't suit me at all.
And really... do they suit ANYBODY? Anybody who's NOT actually a granny?
So my question to you is this: is there room in a chic life for the granny blanket?
You tell me.