For Grace

A story of just-right, not right at all, and perfect in the end

This one’s for Grace.

It’s a story of making and making do. Of just-right, not right at all, and perfect in the end. I thought this gift was meant for that December holiday, but, really, it was for the one come spring. Of course it was, I realized, plain as day, as it hung there, finished and ready to give to her this week. Lavender and lacy, yet warm enough for early spring in Montana. An Easter scarf, indeed.