There was a time, prior to marrying Mr. F and hitting my fourth decade ( gulp! ), when I was a teeny little wisp of a thing and my wrists were so small some bracelets fell right off. Enter…
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Anyone who knows me is aware of my love affair with scarves. As in I own way too many and am powerless to resist their call. I even hike wearing a scarf ( ok, a bandana, really ). They…