The Arrival

Where do I start...

I suppose the day it arrived should be a good beginning.

I picked it up at the post, anxious as the package felt so soft and squishy.  I was unsure as to what was inside, little did I know it would be life changing.  Not only my life but so many others as well. 

The day finally came when I ripped into the brown wrapped soft surprise, I wanted to make it last but the excitement was far to great!  I pulled aside the wrapper and when did my eyes behold????  The most UGLY scarf I have ever seen, at least I thought it was a scarf.  Many of us have debated, is it a scarf, a table runner??  Or is it a shawl?  I am afraid to put it on as I may be mistaken for Mrs. Osama Bin Laden!  I may be arrested and deported back to Pakistan or I could become a de-tanee at Guantanamo Bay!  The horrors are endless as is the discussion of what exactly the thing is.

The wretched item is still hanging over the kitchen chair.. I am taking suggestions as to what exactly to do with it.