Plapolajoča rumena A fluttering yellow

Tegale prelepega rumenega šala iz indijske svile mami ni nosila že … celo večnost, pravzaprav se ga spomnim le s čudovitega posnetka, ki ga je napravil oči, kjer ji tako zelo po francosko zaplapola v vetru, ko izstopa iz avta, pa sem jo povprašala, ker, vam povem, včasih prav zahrepenim po taki sončni barvi, ki je moja že tako ali tako lepa zbirka rut in šalov do zdaj ni premogla, če ga še ima in če mi ga da. Mi ga! :)

My mum has not been wearing this gorgeous yellow Indian silk scarf since … ages, actually I remember it only from a photo taken by my dad where it lovely flutters in the wind when she is stepping out of a car – so French!, so I asked her, because, I tell you, sometimes I just yearn for a sunny colour like this one which so far has not been included in my already beautiful scarf and shawl collection, if she still has it and if I may have it. I may! :)