In spite of ghastly lighting conditions, I went ahead and took pictures of Babe’s new blanky. We have waited almost a month for it to arrive, custom-made by an outfit in Arizona that makes nice protective covers for pianos. It’s maroon crushed velvet, underlain with a Naugahyde-like waterproof layer, with a non-marring soft felt that will touch Babe’s delicate ebony skin. Who could ask for more? Her gold-embroidered name and Steinway’s lyre logo make it extra special. Are we to be accused of pampering?