Get Your Candy Blanket

I graduated from college in the 70's into an economy dead in the water-- I so never want to go back to that again. Since Barack Obama and the MSM seem determined to drag us kicking and screaming back to the Jimmy Carter height of misery index era with their talk of sacrifice, (and high taxes the not so hidden agenda), I'm looking for something to comfort me this winter. Hopefully not food or drink, but yes, something warm. Maybe a blanket. Because I figure under an Obama-Biden-MSM administration we'll have thermometer nazis next. Not for me the Carter crisis of confidence sweater. (Drill baby drill.)

This year the story is investment dressing is the new black-- which could be interpreted as do it yourself with what you already have--I think I'll pass on the safety-pin necklace suggestion-- or going for classic styles. While urban fashionistas may opt for an artfully-draped scarf or shawl, I'm thinking a hefty Hudson's Bay or maybe Pendleton:

Trade blankets are still used extensively by American Indians, especially for special occasions. Pueblo women wear them as brightly colored shawls at dances. Men who drum and sing are also attired in blankets. Apache girls lie down on Pendleton blankets to be massaged by their sponsors during the Sun Rise puberty ceremony. Navajo writer, Rain Parrish remembers the swirl of color from blankets at winter ceremonies in her youth and that Navajo weavers "as a special reward to herself for her hard work, or as a special gift for someone else,...had the pleasure of buying a colorful Pendleton robe or shawl."

Hmm. No wonder they're called candy blankets. So many possibilities. And in a pinch, you could always trade them for the modern day equivalent of a beaver pelt. Or something.

--crossposted at LadyBlog