Dear Red and White Scarf,

I used to wear you to swing dance at the American Legion Hall on the banks of Lake Ella in high school and college. I remember finding you at an estate sale with my mom, and you’ve survived many wardrobe purges since then. You made me feel pretty, and a little gypsy, and I loved to wear you with sundresses as I danced with my boyfriend.

Now that boyfriend is my husband and I use you to indicate my rapidly disappearing waist. You are as gracious and lovely as ever, even though today may be the last time I can wear this dress for awhile.

Thank you, Red and White Scarf.

Love,

Katherine

PS — Thank you also for distracting a little bit from the fact that I escaped from the house before J could iron today. But maybe you could distract a little more?