I draped a couch blanket over my shoulders, and my husband moved to the other side

The dog got there first. Then my son. By bedtime, the blanket had a name and three people who refused to share.

Chunky honey-comb weave in yellow, black, white. Soft chenille polyester, hand knitted in small runs.

The first time I draped it over my shoulders, my husband moved to the other side of the couch. That tells you everything.