I love a good craze. In the '80s I had big hair, wore neon shirts and topped it all off with gaudy plastic jewelry. In the '90s I went along with the grunge faze, I wore flannel shirts and ripped up jeans. I listened to sad music and thought I was the epitome of cool. My mother was truly horrified.
It's a new decade now. I'm a new person, too. I pick my obsessions based upon practicality and function. That's why -- as I sit here freezing at my desk inside a drafty newsroom -- I miss my Snuggie.
The Snuggie, in case you've lived in a cave or have been in a coma for the last few years, (and if that is the case, my sincerest apologies for your previous living conditions) is the blanket with sleeves. Wait. It's the amazing blanket with awesome sleeves. I'm not lying. It's amazing. And it's awesome. If it weren't both amazing and awesome do you think the good people at the Snuggie company would rebrand the blanket for dogs and kids? No. They wouldn't.
A bonus, if you will, to the Snuggie is that when I wear it I feel like Mickey Mouse in "Fantasia." If I could only orchestrate 1 million brooms and mop buckets to clean my house, I'd be in business.
I'm even pinning away for the leopard print Snuggie. Santa, I hope you're listening.
I've worn the Snuggie on car trips. Don't worry, I wasn't driving. One cold night last winter I actually wore it to bed. Not the sexiest of bed garments, but like I mentioned earlier it's all about practicality. I slept like a baby that night, I might add. And I've questioned if the Snuggie is work appropriate. After all, it wouldn't limit me from doing my job. It's the blanket with sleeves for Pete's sake. I could design pages, write e-mails, answer phone calls, copy edit reporters' stories and write columns about Snuggies all while staying toasty warm.
I do draw the line in my Snuggie mania. Apparently it's a popular college activity to wear the Snuggie on pub crawls. A Snuggie snafu if you ask me. The Snuggie shouldn't be worn in a pub. There is a time and a place for the Snuggie and a bar is not that time nor that place. Although it's machine washable, spilling beer on the Snuggie is not an item on my bucket list.
Even though the Snuggie is awesome and amazing, the Snuggie should be enjoyed in the privacy of your home, car and -- I'm hoping after the boss reads this -- the office environment.
Shana Adkisson 366-3535 sadkisson@normantranscript.com
