Moments after regaining consciousness, confusion sets in. She wonders, with a grim suspicion of the truth, whether she showed up to the party wearing the blanket or if she just woke up that way. Unsure of which would be worse, her friends vow never to reveal what really happened.
In the late 70s my mom crocheted a similar-looking bedspread for the Church Bazaar and I begged it off her (hey, I was 10 and it was the 70s, OK?). I kept that bedspread for years because it was super-warm and weighed a tonne. There’s no way that model can actually *get up* while she’s wearing that thing as it must weigh more than she does.
Now that’s enough to make me cuss and run away screaming. **shudder**
Thayt jest ain’t rat!
Well, she can if it’s done in acrylic, which was likely in those days… Remember Phentex?
Well from the looks of it her feet are not even touching the floor. So either she is falling backwords into the chair or mysteriosly levitating up from it using her Witchay Woman powers.