This white shawl was made for me forty-seven years ago by a close and dear friend ~ my wedding would be in Washington, DC at Thanksgiving and the weather unpredictable. I don't believe I've ever worn it since, yet I treasure it.
The photos here were taken over several days. The shawl has always been on this chair, and since her arrival here just about a year ago, and as often as June has rested or slept in this chair over past months, she has never once shown any interest at all in the shawl above her head.
~ until ~