My first read of yours, so glad I did. Fabulous illustrations of a warm, inviting, cocoon of love, especially the dismantling of the washing machine. I too had a thing. A blanket, scratchy though, not silky. I rubbed my nose with it, sometimes until so red and raw. Without it I find scratchy surfaces and rub them on the tip of my nose, to comfort, to ease, to bring me back to the protected cocoon. Said blanket since has been cut into pieces that I have in varied places —makes things more efficient :) I’m just that little kid in a big grown-up world still needing the comfort it provides from time to time. It’s alright.