I can't hold on to these scarves

As I intended, I wore my new scarf to work yesterday. In the hall I passed a young woman who was just as cute as a button. Bright eyes and darling outfit with an adorable tailored cropped vest. We made eye contact, smiled at one another. "That is such a cute vest." I said.

"Ross for $3," she replied, lighting up like a halogen bulb. "And I LOVE your scarf! It's exactly the colors in my wedding. My gown is cream and this green, and I made a vest for my husbabnd out of this shade of blue. Where did you get it?"

"I made it," I told her, beaming with pride and unwrapping it from my neck. "It's bamboo and tencell." I held it out so she could feel.

"Bamboo? Oh how wonderful! My wedding is going to be all 'green.' I've been looking for a shrug to go with my gown since the wedding is on Halloween."

I draped the scarf around her shoulders. She was tiny and it was just big enough to be a sweet little shawl. "Would this work?" I asked her.

Hey, I love weddings, she loved the scarf, and the way her face lit up was worth every stitch.