Chilling

I’m watching a movie late last night, stretched out on the bed. I keep a Pendleton Indian blanket on the bed, usually folded over the footboard, mostly as decor. But sometimes — like when I’m watching a movie — I’ll pull it around me to keep warm. Last night was one of those times.

The movie was Skins, set on the modern Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. A character dies and there is a scene at his service, with the actor laid out in the coffin — wrapped in a Pendleton Indian blanket.

Same blanket.

Brrr.