Yummy Warm

So there I was at 8 this morning in the Teachers' Lounge at YG's school, busily Xeroxing submission forms for the school's art cards fundraiser, of which I am chair, also chief minion. I had brought in pumpkin bread (from the pumpkin I disemboweled and rendered into pie-ready pumpkin goo on Tuesday) as a thank you to the teachers for gathering up the orders in their classrooms, and was counting orders and money, when YG's second grade teacher, a lovely woman, says, "You have to come see this." This was a pile of pashmina shawls of various colors, designs and sizes. Her foster son is from Turkey; he had sent them to her to sell for him. And all the teachers who were on break or had student teachers covering their classrooms were trying on shawls with mad abandon. I tried on one--it called to me, it wasn't my fault!--and wound up buying myself an early birthday present--a big, warm shawl in soft shades of pink, rose and fuschia, with a paisley border on one side and stripes on the other. I wore it all day. I may never take it off. It's heavenly.