T1 and I were organizing my closet last night and low and behold…we found my belly dancing scarf. No, I’m not a belly dancer. But I am a Zumba afcionado. And sometimes in Zumba we wear the belly dancing scarves. So, when she found the scarf we chuckled and remembered days of dancing with the scarf.
And that lead us to a scarf conversation. Much better than a belly dancing conversation with the 11-year-old, don’t you think?
So we decided that I need more scarves. To cover up my surgery scar. Which is healing beautifully, I might add, but T1 thinks scarves could help.
“Mom, I know you are proud of your scar, but I think you really could use this scarf because you know…because people really don’t need to see all of that.”
“But T1, the scar is really blending in to my skin, I don’t think I need to cover it up.”
“MOM, yes you do.”
“This scarf jingles when I walk, I can’t use it.”
“Let’s practice Mom. You need to see how this is going to work.”
And here’s what she came up with:
And as if her modeling (which I thought was adorable because I know she believes I have NO fashion sense whatsoever) wasn’t good enough, she grabbed a sweater in my closet and put the scarf around it.
So I love the look..but I really am afraid of jingling rather loudly when I walk into the building at work. What do you think?