I drive by the wholesale blanket place on Atlantic Blvd., just north of Maywood, about once a week. Each time, I’m intrigued by the gazillion blankets draped on the box building and by the crowds always gathered there. Strawberry Shortcake has one. So do the SF 49ers. Even colts running around on a hill have one. It seems everything is welcome on a San Marcos cobija.
I used to be a little uppity about the blankets, thinking to myself, “I’ll never have anything that can be a tapestry, rug, and blanket in my house.”
Then my mom got me one. I am a complete convert. My version of the San Marcos blanket, is the softest, plushest, warmest blanket I have ever had and it is what I curl up with while watching MTV’s Saturday morning shows (and, no, despite requests, I don’t hang it as a tapestry or use it as a rug–unless I’m photographing it).
© Laura Genao 2007