My grandmother has been promising to give me “your uncle’s Indian blanket” for many months, and finally we found it, stored away in a suitcase on top of a wardrobe. I’m not sure about its “Indian” provenance beyond it being a bit like one of those Navajo camp blankets (it was actually made in the Netherlands…) but it really is quite spectacular, and remarkably, moth-free. It was bought for my uncle – now living in New Zealand, and close to retirement age – to take to Scout camp at some point in the 1950s; it is now proudly in position on my spare room bed where it goes quite nicely with the black tin trunks which double as a bedside table/storage.
*More Usual Shop this week at my friend/sometime colleague Jo-ann’s excellent Vintage Brighton blog, where I’m talking about the beauty of the bargain hunt – complete with some great illustrations. So if you’ve come here from there (as it were), here’s a new picture of that black and gold top.