non-chalantness

Last summer, I bought a brown scarf billed as a cover up in the swimwear clearance.  Well it looked like a regular scarf, but the wispy wonder inspired my mind.  I've used it in a variety of ways and until last night, I've used it fairly successfully.
Last night I went to the performing arts center here in town for a UA Fort Smith redition of South Pacific with a dear friend who recently lost her soul mate.  All in all it was a good performance and a good time.  Well I've worn the scarf as a over skirt with a knit calf length skirt of the same color before.  I tie it in a cute little knot slightly to the side and let it drape about, hanging just below the waste.  It adds a little femanine kick to a brown skirt and brown shirt with brown boots and a brown jacket.  So last night, it seemed like what to wear.  It makes me feel good.  Or it did.
After picking up the tickets at the 'will call' booth and walking over to where we would be entering when they opened the doors, I ran into my son-in-law's parents.  I introduced them to my friend and we chatted for awhile amiably during the wait. I noticed a distracted smile a couple of times on the man's face but went on without a second thought.  When the doors opened they excused themselves and I looked down - thankfully - to see the wispy wonder lying all about my feet.  With as delicate a smile as possible, I stepped aside and picked it up.  My friend said "Well, girl, you're just dropping right out of your clothes."
So much for a fashion statement.  As I sat in the dimly lit auditorium awaiting the beginning of the musical, I wondered how long it had been there and what relation that might have had to the awkward smile I kept seeing.