A typical reaction to the slanket:
‘Isn’t it just a blanket with sleeves?’
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no.
Yes. But it’s also massive and enveloping and fleecy, like no duvet you have known and no cuddle you have been given. The sleeves gape and they drape and they gather. Your hands are warm and contained, and yet so available. You are a mass of lumpy cow-print, but you can still drink your tea.
When you put on a slanket for the first time, you just know you’re about to get fat.
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