MY Scarf

Yes, this is one of those stories, and no, I do not manage to burn anything down. The same cannot be said for everyone else.

It was early this year when spending time with my sisters, that my eye was drawn to a classic black cashmere scarf. They told me I ‘should’ buy it and I agreed. Scarves are good in Ellensburg and cashmere is not often found at the hardware store (where I buy my jeans). As shopping is a rarity, I was excited to score on a nice black vest to go with the scarf.

Weeks ago, I was one of the few invited to a fall, farm wedding. The setting was a beautiful old family barn. The weather was cold, but I knew exactly what would complete my outfit for the big day, my beautiful scarf.

Except….I couldn’t find it. I emptied drawers. I emptied the closet. I checked the mud room and the autos and then I did it again. My scarf was NO WHERE. I do not really loose things, so I was distressed. I mentioned it to My Loving Spouse and he mumbled some type of reply. (The wedding was wonderful.)

Yesterday as I left for work…..

What!! I texted My Loving Spouse. “You found it! Yippee!”

…..and then Someone confessed. Apparently last spring, this Someone went to fly his Powered Parachute and his neck was cold, so he ‘borrowed’ my scarf. Upon landing, the scarf came loose from his neck with the end meeting the exhaust, promptly burning or as Someone says scorching the bottom 12 inches of my lovely scarf. Apparently, Someone quickly got rid of the evidence.

The scarf was forgotten over the summer and it wasn’t until the wedding, that Someone remembered the ‘incident’ and quickly began scouring the internet for the replacement item.

Someone has been told, he is not to borrow any more of my clothes.

Happy Thanksgiving…

Not all of our turkeys will be cooked for Thanksgiving tomorrow.

and still, we are blessed.