The Marvelous Mushroom Caftan: Part 1
It began with a mushroom caftan. Last year, on a slow autumn evening, that annoying juxtaposition of restless energy and listless boredom decided to show up. I had plans to write, create, do something and my brain and body couldn't get their act together. The cat yawn. David's keyboard clicked. The children slept. The refrigerator hummed. I sat. Obviously, the only thing I could do in this situation was scroll social media. I hopped onto Instagram prepared to like the lives of others while I ignored my own. Dead stop. There in my Instagram feed I saw the Marvelous Mushroom Caftan. I wanted* this caftan. More so, I wanted to be the kind of person who wears a Marvelous Mushroom Caftan. Never in two thousand lifetimes would I have guessed that this Marvelous Mushroom Caftan would precipitate a radical reorientation of my life. What sort of Amanda would wear a Marvelous Mushroom Caftan? Ten years from now would I be a Woman of the Marvelous Mushroom Caftan? I opened a Google
