True or Falsa

The Southwest is constantly calling to me through items I see in stores, online and in friends' homes. Not the peach and turquoise Southwest but the vivid, colorful Southwest. I am always drawn to warm colors, organic patterns and naturally textured fabrics. Growing up, I thought my parents' Falsa blankets were just plain old ugly. We used them in the car, for picnics, for cuddling up in outside when it was cold and I could never understand why they liked them. At all. Of course, I have now come to my senses and those warm patterns on a thick cotton blanket fill me with sweet thoughts of summer nights, wet grass, vintage trucks and fireflies. So I bought some. That's right, plural. So they won't get lonely of course!

When I grow up, I will purchase some genuine, hand woven Mexican and Indian blankets but until then my 12 ft. long, 50's, streamlined, white couch is going to have one of these bad boys adorning it:

Fiesta Foreva!