Not to say chicks in scarves. We do not call each other chicks anymore. Not really. Without a certain tone. But Lucille did her job and now has three chicks scooting and peeping around her and is already looking relieved. More on her later. Trying to leave her a lone a bit. Give that hen some space.
Meantime I have finally gotten to sorting through the dozens and dozens of scarves I unearthed recently. You don't really unearth scarves, or they'd be a mess. But they were all laid like a crazy, thousand petalled flower, over the arms of a chair in the upstairs of a house, and the colors were singing. Some have never been worn. Ever. Some are in triplicate. Bit by bit they are coming to the shop.
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