I don't normally spend money on myself. But when my blogger-friend went on a trip to Africa with #blogABLE, and I learned of their fashionABLE scarves, I had to have one because, goodness, it was helping someone, and it was gorgeous. I didn't mind spending close to $70 because most of the money was going towards the workers and by wearing it, I help spread the word about fashionABLE.
I was excited to get that scarf.
It was black and white checkered and wide and long and hand-sewn.
And one day it arrived in my mailbox. I picked it up on my way to the city, because I live in a tiny Dutch hamlet two hours north of Edmonton--the capital of Alberta, Canada--and I was driving to pick up our foster boys...
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