Once upon a time, I wore really ugly clothes. I’m not really sure why.

Part of me thought that dressing like Caroline Ingalls at the end of the 20 century was the holy thing to do. Part of me appreciated that someone, a particular someone, had given me a bunch of the clothes. Part of me didn’t have much money, time or place to shop for other clothes. And part of me wasn’t into to thinking for herself. But in the end, they were still ugly.

Fast forward to this past weekend. Some girl friends got together to do a clothing swap. Because all women have clothes they only wear part-time or once thought were perfect when the reality is that they don’t quite fit. Our solution – trade it!

And yet its all fun and games until someone gives you back the ugly thing you passed on to them years ago. A maternity dress made of a deep burgundy brown linen that flows just beautifully. How unfortunate that the cut of the dress resembles more a tent than anything else. Of course, no one wanted it – even those who needed it – and so it was almost off to the Value Village donation pile when I had an epiphany.

That fabric would make a beautiful neck scarf!
I’ll make one for her and one for me.

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