October 02, 2006
The Saga of the Shawl
As I sit here at my computer on this chilly and rainy morning, I'm warmed by a red plaid woolen shawl wrapped around my shoulders. This shawl has quite a history. It began life as my mother's baby carriage blanket, and my grandparents used it for my aunt Lesley as well. On a recent visit to my grandparents in New Jersey, my mom mentioned to them something about me always being cold (I live in Michigan -- what do you expect?), and they dug the shawl out of their basement for her to give to me when I visited in August.
When I returned to Ann Arbor from my much-blogged-about trip to Los Angeles, my grandparents asked me if I liked the scarf. What scarf? The one my mother had given me when I was there. So I called mom and asked if she had a scarf for me. She didn't know quite what I was talking about because, in reality, it is more of a shawl than a scarf, but she quickly remembered and went off to search for it. After not finding it and not finding it, she called her parents, who found it in their house; she had forgotten to take it with her. This past weekend, my mom and my aunt both visited my grandparents, and my aunt returned yesterday with the shawl in hand.
So thank you, Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, and Aunt Lesley, for this gorgeous shawl. It is soft and warm, and, best of all, it smells like Grandma and Grandpa's house!
Posted by eklanche at October 2, 2006 08:46 AM