cliodhna’s wave

I am about to wash my sleeping bag, actually both of them, seeing as I bought a large one and a thin one and generally end up using them both. One for warm nights and both together for the cold nights.

The reason why this is worthy of a blog is because my sleeping bag has become my security blanket… have sleeping bag can travel. and I was always afraid of washing it in case it looses that fluffyness and warmness that is essential to any good security blanket.

I bought them before I went to mexico three years ago so maybe its time to wash them. They kept me warm (one inside the other with the hood bit for my head) on a sleeping platform on the side of a mountain, the thin one as protection from mosquitoes in a hammock on a beach in Tulum, in my first flat in Guanajuato, and in countless freezing cold irish houses on friends couches/blow-up mattresses/floors

the old irish house builders had a unique talent known only to them… how to build houses that were actually colder on the inside than they were on the outside. I remember having an argument with a friend on whose house was colder and I described the bone chilling qualities of this particular house I was living in for a while and she topped it all with “but Cliodhna, my toothpaste freezes in the tube”.  She won the argument.

I am kinda nervous about putting my precious cuddlinesses in the washer. Better do it though, and sure I can always get a new one if they go lumpy.