I Give You My Shame

There came a time last week whilst in the throes of my infirmity and as the chills wracked my form that I came to utter the words, "If I survive this, I swear that I am getting a Blumfy."  


No, I wasn't delirious.  I was sickly and cranky and unreasonable.  However, I was very much in my right mind.  I said I wanted a Blumfy.  You are familiar with them, I'm sure.  You probably just know them by another name, is all.  And, at that precise moment, you might even understand why I wanted one.  It was the sort of thing one might say under those circumstances.


What makes no sense, though, is that I would follow up on my feverish rantings.  To say you need a Blumfy when you are shaking so badly you can't even hold the thermometer is one thing.  To actually go find one once you are better is just embarrassing.  


I could have knit a Blumfy.  I actually thought about it several times.  They don't look all that complicated.  I probably could have whipped one up fairly quickly in stockinette.  Heck, in crochet I could have done twelve.  Yet, for some reason, only the regular Blumfy in a box would suffice as far as I was concerned.


For that matter, why I need to call it a Blumfy isn't exactly rational either.  I know it's not a Blumfy.  But after I heard it called that on a very, very funny episode of Cougar Town, I  couldn't help myself.  Just try it.  Say it once.  Blumfy.  You'll never call it anything else.  


Of course, you would only do this if you are brave enough to mention it at all in mixed company.  I still can't believe I have a Blumfy.  Nor do I really understand why I feel the need to share this information with you all.  It's not the sort of thing a sophisticated, classical lady such as myself should own.  It's not even the "brand name" Blumfy.  It's a knock-off.  A pale shadow of the original Blumfy and that isn't anything to brag about. The only thing I can say in my defense is that I didn't get the leopard print one...


Yes, I own a Blumfy.  And I use it.  I can barely hold up my head for the shame of it all.  But I feel I must be honest with the readers, lest anyone get the idea that I should become a role model for future sophisticates.  I'm nothing but  Blumfy-lovin' rabble.  

 I may be alone in my shameful "as seen on TV" world, but I gotta tell ya...it's so very warm and cozy!  Bless you, Blumfy.  I wish you'd been here last week, but I know you'll be around for the next cold and flu season.

Unless you dissolve in the wash what with being a knock-off Blumfy and all...

SA