I've viewed this photo of Mom many times; in fact I probably shot the damn thing. How did I miss the scarf-- yes, the very same scarf I found in April buried beneath a mountain of sashes and scarves in her drawer?
All these years when I've re-visited this classic photograph snapped in the hotel room of the infamous Henlopen Hotel in Rehoboth Beach, I've seen the same things: her sunkissed skin and relaxed demeanor; the eye-catching ad for Eight Legged Freaks;
the trademark fuzzy blanket common
to hotels, and the old-school walkman
and matching headset delivering tunes.
The scarf? Never registered it.
So she kept it and wore it; good for her! I'm tucking the little gem into my suitcase today. Hey, maybe I'll wear it!