Before anyone sends me an email that says, Heather, are you aware that there are stains on that quilt? Eww? You should know that I’ve had this thing dry cleaned twice, and if I do it one more time it’s going to fall apart. I found it back in 2000 when I was still living in Los Angeles at the flea market on Fairfax and Melrose. They sold it to me for twenty bucks, and it’s still one of my favorite things from my time spent in California. It’s also the softest quilt I own, and no one is allowed to use it because it’s barely holding together. Sometimes I allow myself to use it, but I always yell at myself afterward.