I’ve got the scarf my mom made hanging in my laundry room waiting to be very, very gently washed (for the first time ever, so I’m a bit nervous).

In high school marching band I would roll it up and bring it with to football games, then unroll it on the aluminum bleachers and let the majorettes sit in a row on either side of me. Did that until I got a girlfriend who played flute in the band. Then we’d use it.