As an adult, I found out by accident that my father was adopted.

It really floored me. I used to wonder why he didn't look at all like his parents, but I never thought of adoption. My father died, so I never could talk to him about this. He used to call me his gypsy girl. Meanwhile I fond out that his mother was Hungarian.

Who knows. It could explain my love for tassels, rings on the fingers, dangling earrings, and long swooshy skirts. Oh and all those embroided blouses I have?…..I wonder.