We interrupt our current obsession with soft toys to bring you more blanket mending.
These are my favourite blankets at Jivana. Hard to photograph, they are the most gorgeous, faded red. They're so soft and worn that I couldn't bear to see them thrown about the studio. I succeeded in looking so distressed - teary, even - that someone took them off the pile and kept them on the stage.
Even so, despite their secondment to Light Duties, they are falling to pieces before my very eyes and really should be taken home and respectfully retired from professional duty. 20 years of having big, strapping bums sitting on you is a lot to ask, even of the most robust cotton blankets.
Memo to me: practice distressed and teary expressions before tomorrow night's class.