A drizzling all day rain, the kind of day I always liked to iron. The pile is high in room soon to be son's room. I cautiously head of the stairs to the loft area and begin to iron pillow cases and cloth napkins that if I take out of the dryer quickly can smooth nicely. A stack that I left in the dryer too long
and I begin to press them. Winter tops being put up and like scarves, heavy ones are folded neatly
and put in storage upstairs. In the back of the drawer crumpled I come across 3 scarves.
Remember buying them in Jamaica over 40 years ago. As I pressed them out they are over
6 ft long, so soft almost feel like silk and I notice the edges have all been stitched by hand, these are made by hand. They look like tie dye
and my favorite is a Peach or Coral color. I try and tell my children the stories of all that is in
this small home as almost everything has a story. No one may be interested but to me all is
special. and bring back memories. Trips to the ocean many times in the past and always wore scares on my hair, now
wear them around my neck most of the time it seems I stay chilly...
Wish my Jamie, with a family, so busy - was near where it could be shared with her. Will put
several cartons in the freezer.