At one time it looked as if the Eighties duvet discovery pretty much killed off the blanket, but happily it’s back with a vengeance.
Not that we would ever knock the duvet, especially not when it is now so revered that the summer/winter duvet switchover has become a pivotal moment of the year (ie something worth tweeting or posting on Facebook), of equal significance to finally switching the heating on, putting the clocks back or having the first mince pie of the season.
It is just that there is something so very reassuring about the ‘blanket’. Perhaps it’s just us romanticising austerity Britain, or a nostalgia for the days when a blanket box was a furniture staple, but a blanket treads that important line of being both humble and luxurious. And although that modern-yet-traditional Eleanor Pritchard Welsh-wool one you’ve got your eye on will set you back a couple of hundred pounds, it’s justified by the sales person as being a ‘blanket for life’.
A good blanket has multiple uses – to wrap yourself in while watching boxsets, as a decorative excuse over a dull duvet, or as a status item neatly folded on the back of the sofa. However it is firmly a ‘blanket’ and never a ‘throw’. A ‘throw’ sounds far too decadent for these serious times. And you can’t imagine buying a ‘throw for life’.
P.S. Alongside our blanket love, we would also welcome a ‘bedspread’ revival. And not just because we’re scared of another cold winter and refuse to line the pockets of the heating companies. Rich in crafting history thanks to its close relationship to the ‘quilt’, a ‘bedspread’ always sounds suitably down to earth thanks to all of those hard consonants, yet at the same time seeming very National Trust. The bedding revival starts here.