The old woman starts to knit. First, she takes her materials and prepares them. As she begins to feed the thread through just as the old blanket was used to being put together and pieced in the right way, it happened. This time it wasn’t looked at as the blanket anymore because this blanket needed to be re-stitched due to wear and tear. Yes, this blanket had some holes and rips in it. But, instead when the thread began to be feed through this time it wasn’t feed through with as much care as it was when it was first woven. In fact the old woman did not even pay attention to what her complacency in her weaving was doing to this old blanket. She never even looked at it. She had become so used to it just being the same old blanket that she just started weaving away as if she knew what she was doing. As if it was no big deal at all. The only thing is that the old blanket knew the care and compassion that was first put into it. The old blanket felt the difference with each knit that went through it. The weaves now felt as if they were piercing through the blanket with a sharp tear. Not weaving into it and a gentle rhythmic flow. No, these knits were actually reweaving the blanket but the color was not the same and neither was the attention nor detail or soft hands and gentle touch. Which were put into it this time. This time the old lady seemed in a hurry to throw it together as if it weren’t as important as it once was. The blanket being a blanket never said anything and looked as if everything was ok. Well to everyone it was on the outside. But inside, well that’s a whole different story. Because my friends on the inside there was a whole different story.  The threads of the blanket were beautiful on the top layer they shined and shimmered with new colors. But, deep down the blanket knew what and why it was done that way. The funny part however is we all know that blankets can’t talk and neither did this one this blanket just lay and wait to be used and handled in the same way that it once was quietly, patiently, and painfully. The old blanket should be remembered for what it is….. For what it once was recognized for. Remember the blanket cant always talk but sometimes all it takes is a second look to see the blanket for what it is that same old blanket that it was in the beginning.