My FIL is currently in a nursing home, rehabing a broken hip. He complained a few weeks ago that his hands were cold all the time, so I bought some nice superwash in his favorite color, and I did some marathon knitting to make him a nice lap blanket.
Fast forward to this morning when we went to visit. A little old lady in a wheelchair in the hallway has MY yellow blanket draped over her shoulders! There have already been a few instances of thievery at this place. FIL has had a few shirts and his electric razor stolen from his room, and now this blanket. (Since he doesn’t leave his room except for therapy, we know they’re being stolen. And DH will be bringing this up with the manager tomorrow.)
So now, I can either snatch this blanket back from this helpless, (but apparently conniving,) little old lady, or I can knit a new one with his name stitched all over it.
Gee, guess I’ll have to knit some more.