The Stash

  I have a stash. An addiction of sorts. I can already see some of you smiling with the knowledge of what I am writing about. Yes, anyone who knows me knows I love my wraps. Not sandwich wraps, baby wraps. Wonderful, pretty long pieces of material to carry the kids in. It is my secret sanity saver. No, just one won't do... or even two. I have 14. I could name them all, but will spare you the list of words you can't understand. Instead - a picture!

  Some cotton, some silk, some wool and even one linen. With flowers, swirls, fishies or just plain. Blue, red, pink and green. Didymos and Storchenwiege. They would be grabbed when possible in the case of a fire. The ramblings of true obsession.

But they are more than just 4.6 meter long pieces of material. They snuggled my babies when they were less than 2 days old. They allowed for nap times while older children played at the park. They held them close while nurslings ate when mommy's hands were otherwise occupied. They are a blanket on the couch, a carrier for dolls, an accessory. They put cranky toddlers to sleep, soothe teething pains and make the owies go away (emotional and physical). They are worth every penny (and for those of you who don't know - sticker shock would have you stunned).

 

One will stay with me forever. Millie - blue with daisies. A wrap made for me! She was the first. Yes, like a man with his car they get a gender prescribed to them and even a name. She was a teacher's college graduation gift from my wonderful husband way back when I said "Why would you need more than one?" I will wrap my grandchildren in her during visits. Then there are legacy wraps. Wraps that will be saved and given to the kids to use with their children. A priceless hand-me-down that I hope they will love then like they do now.

  

And yes, I am crazy :)

~ Carly