Scarves Scarf of the Day 2021 - Which Hermès scarf are you wearing today?

[Croisette7]

Thank you, Croisette !


your DC looks great, especially with this orange top!

Thank you, Agrume!

 

[Cookiefiend]

Ok not so much a ghost story because The Invisible Man wasn’t dead (just invisible and malicious) but he was wrapped in bandages which reminds me of The Mummy who most definitely was dead and both are spooky… Monsieur et Madame, original issue, where we see the insides of this couple. And yes I knotted it to the tails of my cardigan because why not (why knot?)
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well done - both in the knot (and why knot?), and the mummy reference!
we‘re twins on this scarf!

It looks pretty tied, Cookie!


Very elegant, Agrume!

Thank you so much!

SOTD my ntm Duo Cosmique

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Wow… this is beautiful! ❤️

The concept of yin and yang. The Chinese believe that places with a lot of yin or negative energy attract denizens of the spirit world. I grew up in an apartment with a lot of yin in it. It was smack in the middle of a long block of 3-storey walk-ups. We were in the centre of the block, on the second level. My stairwell was the darkest of them all. When you opened the front door, there was a long dark corridor running from the sunny front balcony to the sunny back kitchen. A study in contrasts indeed.

I always saw shadows in the periphery of my field of vision but paid them no mind. My grandma always told us that if we didn't offend the spirits, they would not trouble us. She had a shrine to the Goddess of Mercy in her room and prayed to the Kitchen god near the hearth.

One night, my sister had a nightmare. She was around 6 years old then. She woke up crying that a man with a sword was looking at her from the corridor. After careful questioning, my mum and grandma deduced that it was perhaps a wandering spirit of a Japanese soldier who perished in WW2. There was a flurry of cleansing activities such as offering prayers and scattering holy floral water.

Many of the Japanese military officers brought samourai swords with them to Singapore. So here's my Samourai scarf in memory of that long ago nightmare. Where my childhood home was is now a subway station. And there are stories of ghosts riding the subway after midnight, so maybe Mr Japanese soldier is now travelling round Singapore
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Phantastic tale and scarf Xincinsin!

 

[MAGJES]

I'm afraid I'm all storied out, and back to straight forward... But I will share some pics from last night from Haunted House of Bunnycat...

Usually MrBC is lecturing or grading tests or something equally saintly, but since the 31st fell on a Sunday, I wrangled myself a helper for the evening.

Both of us donned spiders on our necks to up the "scary" factor. He sported a witchy hat and suffered a big furry tarantula tied around the neck, while I opted for the silk version with Flamboyant Web and a Sugar Skulll mask. This one now has Bunny's name on the forehead, since she left us last Halloween.

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I was ready and raring to get rid go the candy (before I could eat it....)

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My tiny pumpkin patch....

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Wow! The tarantula around the neck would have stopped me in my tracks. you guys look great!

Today is All Saints Day and, while not exactly ghostly, the architectural ornamented ceilings of cathedrals, temples, synagogues and other magnificent houses of worship were specifically designed to uplift the spirit and transport the faithful beyond the quotidian into a vast celestial infinitude. When I was an art history student in Europe, we loved to lie flat on our backs staring up and let ourselves experience that cosmic vertigo. So here to honor the saints and the ceilings is Les Domes Celestes. I was very intrigued to learn that many of the domes Faivre rendered are actual places-- including several I have been to in France and Italy and most recently, the Great Synagogue in Budapest.
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You colorway is stunning and just gorgeous with the med blue top. Such an elegant look.
Is the hem a lighter color/.

 

[MAGJES]

SOTD today C'est la fête à Paris. Suitably dark...

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This is amazing!! Wow!

how about some triple monster action!
took me quite some fussing to show them all
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Yes! The look to be reaching for you! Haha.

She got into her car and began to drive, she was late for work again and was feeling a little stressed. The terrain began to change and the road disappeared. She started having to drive in hair pin turns, occasionally on just two wheels, and up staircases.
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She was worried but thought “Well it is an SUV, I should be okay.” She kept driving, because she needed to get to the office. She headed up a steep incline, the engine chugging along, but starting to stall, when she realized the car was upside down...
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She thought “Is this real, or am I dreaming?”, as the car started to fall.

Promenade Au Faubourg
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Love this Especially the navy border. Man I hope “she” got to work!

 

[Awillow]

She got into her car and began to drive, she was late for work again and was feeling a little stressed. The terrain began to change and the road disappeared. She started having to drive in hair pin turns, occasionally on just two wheels, and up staircases.
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She was worried but thought “Well it is an SUV, I should be okay.” She kept driving, because she needed to get to the office. She headed up a steep incline, the engine chugging along, but starting to stall, when she realized the car was upside down...
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She thought “Is this real, or am I dreaming?”, as the car started to fall.

Promenade Au Faubourg
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Hi all! Was up late last night preparing for an all day deposition (just ended) and got inspired by my 4-year-old’s candy-induced nightmares! Freaked myself out but it was also a nice distraction. I never considered my Au Bout Du Monde to be particularly ominous before but there is a first time for everything!

A Halloween Tale:

There is a small town in the middle of nowhere. And in the middle of that town is a forest. And in the middle of that forest there is a lake with crystal blue waters and a well-maintained dock and a small wooden hut with a tightly-locked door.

The lake sits alone most days. But once in a while the lake gets a visitor, always by happenstance. And if you are that visitor, you may remark on the beauty of the lake, that perfect stillness, that crystal blue water. And you may even walk past the hut and step out onto the dock, marveling over the excellent condition of the wooden boards, the smooth pale wood and the lack of any creaks and groans. And you may sit on the edge of the dock, with your legs dangling in the air, and relax, letting the stresses that pile up over the course of a day bleed out of you slowly, infinitesimally, lulled by the gently lapping sound of the water.

Eventually, if you are like all others before you, a new awareness will dawn in your mind. An awareness that shines a light on details previously ignored by you, understandably, given the unexpected beauty of your surroundings.

With this awareness comes the realization that there are no people in the vicinity, no signs, garbage cans, or chairs. The knowledge that the quality of the silence permeating the air is not peaceful at all, but rather an oppressive absence of any sounds of life. A stark absence of birds or bugs or other animals. This awareness is a precursor to the awakening of other baser senses, the ones that if you’re lucky, you’ve never used before. The ones that cause the hair on your arm to rise, and the skin on back of your neck to prickle. An ominous feeling of foreboding fills you, and you’ll turn around only to find that the dock is long, much longer than you remember.

It is always at this moment that a person like you will get up and run, feet pounding down the dock as fast as possible to the shore and solid ground. And most people never stop running, leaving the clearing where the lake resides without ever looking back. Many simply return to their cars and drive off, distressed that some instinct imposed upon them to stop in a no name town, and to find such an eerie lake. To compensate, they’ll drive too fast and listen to music too loud or call a loved and force laughter one until that animal awareness recedes back into the depths of their subconscious once more. And when that happens, as it inevitably does, they won’t ever think of the strange lake again.

There are others who are intrigued enough to detour into the small town and enter into a store on the Main Street. Inevitably, these people will inquire about the lake in a vague way. And those that are lucky will happen upon a local resident willing to tell a story or tale. There are residents who hypothesize that the veil in between this world and others is a bit thinner around the lake. Others will mention ley lines. Still others will warn about monsters that lurk in those deep crystal waters, stories created to rationalize the disappearance of children who went missing long ago and whose faces are barely remembered beyond the sweet blond curls of babyhood. And from those conversations comes the comfortable realization of why the lake was devoid of people or any sign of human life, and with that assurance those folks will go on their merry way.

But one day there will be a person who happens upon the lake and who sits at the edge of the dock but will not get up. One day there will be a person who through ignorance or bravado or ego or pride ignores the subtle warnings that nature gives, who is blinded to the instinct that has driven away all others before them. And that person will not walk away, but will stay, spellbound by the beauty of the water.

I just hope that person isn’t you. Because what will become of that person, no one can say. But the lake is waiting for them.

Oh yes, the lake is waiting for them.

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Oh, you guys! Great story telling! Sadly, I can relate to cookie's line:

she was late for work again and was feeling a little stressed

So I will walk on with another c'est la fete, which needs no explanation

 

[Redbirdhermes]

My scarves this week serve to illustrate the song Ghost Riders in the Sky, written by Stan Jones. Jones stated that he had been told the story when he was 12 years old by an old Native American who lived in Arizona. The Native Americans believed that when souls vacate their physical bodies, they reside as spirits in the sky, resembling ghost riders.

I'm picturing the people who lived in the Grand Canyon looking at the stars for the souls in the skies.

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The bandana Les Canyons Etoiles features views of the Grand Canyon along its four edges and the stars in the center. From the canyons to the stars, wherein reside our ghost riders.

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Native Americans seeing the Ghost Riders of departed souls in the sky are not the only cultures who populated the night sky with characters important in their lives. Most of the constellation names that we are familiar with come from ancient Middle Eastern, Greek, and Roman cultures. Hemisphaerium Coeli Boreale, also known as Zodiaque, was originally designed for Hermes in 1938 by Hugo Grygkar, and was redesigned in 1994 by Loic Dubigeon. It is based on a star chart that was popular during the Renaissance period and Neo-Classical Age.





Showing some of the constellations in Hemispaerium Coeli Boreale. Such characters are like ghosts in the sky and, as such, can be tied back to the song, "Ghost Riders in the Sky".



In the song, the ghost cowboys are chasing the devil's herd through the sky. The image of Taurus the Bull is seen at the edge of the scarf. Taurus is not named in the Hermes version, but I show the equivalent portion of the design from another Renaissance Hemispaerium Coeli Boreale drawing where he is. The song says the cows are red-eyed and their horns were black and shiny. My red scarf is in keeping with the devil's theme.




Introducing my new-to-me Hemisphaerium Coeli Boreale, or Zodiaque, as my Scarf of the Day.

 

[LKBNOLA]

My scarves this week serve to illustrate the song Ghost Riders in the Sky, written by Stan Jones. Jones stated that he had been told the story when he was 12 years old by an old Native American who lived in Arizona. The Native Americans believed that when souls vacate their physical bodies, they reside as spirits in the sky, resembling ghost riders.

I'm picturing the people who lived in the Grand Canyon looking at the stars for the souls in the skies.

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The bandana Les Canyons Etoiles features views of the Grand Canyon along its four edges and the stars in the center. From the canyons to the stars, wherein reside our ghost riders.

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Just a delightful post all the way around @Redbirdhermes and I have to respectfully (but vehemently) disagree that you can't wear black! Black and pearls even without the scarf? I am sure it would be a total win on you!

I had no idea some of these were based on real domes in cathedrals, temples, and synagogues! How interesting!
It's a beautiful scarf, made even more lovely by this knowledge!

Thank you @Cookiefiend and yes, I think so too! I love the design and have never been able to resist architectural details, stained glass etc... (on your poem, I thought you were going for some haiku/tanka action but you surprised me!)

Beautiful story with a beautiful scarf to illustrate!

I'm afraid I'm all storied out, and back to straight forward... But I will share some pics from last night from Haunted House of Bunnycat...

Usually MrBC is lecturing or grading tests or something equally saintly, but since the 31st fell on a Sunday, I wrangled myself a helper for the evening.

Both of us donned spiders on our necks to up the "scary" factor. He sported a witchy hat and suffered a big furry tarantula tied around the neck, while I opted for the silk version with Flamboyant Web and a Sugar Skulll mask. This one now has Bunny's name on the forehead, since she left us last Halloween.

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I was ready and raring to get rid go the candy (before I could eat it....)

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My tiny pumpkin patch....

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I love everything about this post @bunnycat but that wee pumpkin patch is just precious...

how about some triple monster action!
took me quite some fussing to show them all
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Wow! Amazed that you got them all in there @blydia! A true Monster Mash...

She got into her car and began to drive, she was late for work again and was feeling a little stressed. The terrain began to change and the road disappeared. She started having to drive in hair pin turns, occasionally on just two wheels, and up staircases.
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She was worried but thought “Well it is an SUV, I should be okay.” She kept driving, because she needed to get to the office. She headed up a steep incline, the engine chugging along, but starting to stall, when she realized the car was upside down...
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She thought “Is this real, or am I dreaming?”, as the car started to fall.

Promenade Au Faubourg
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What a beautiful look and what a clever and creative story, charmingly illustrated @Cookiefiend!

Very insightful, LKBNOLA, thank you! And what a celestial match with this scarf ring, too!

Agrume!

SOTD today C'est la fête à Paris. Suitably dark...

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Very spooky on this navy top @Agrume!

Hi all! Was up late last night preparing for an all day deposition (just ended) and got inspired by my 4-year-old’s candy-induced nightmares! Freaked myself out but it was also a nice distraction. I never considered my Au Bout Du Monde to be particularly ominous before but there is a first time for everything!

A Halloween Tale:

There is a small town in the middle of nowhere. And in the middle of that town is a forest. And in the middle of that forest there is a lake with crystal blue waters and a well-maintained dock and a small wooden hut with a tightly-locked door.

The lake sits alone most days. But once in a while the lake gets a visitor, always by happenstance. And if you are that visitor, you may remark on the beauty of the lake, that perfect stillness, that crystal blue water. And you may even walk past the hut and step out onto the dock, marveling over the excellent condition of the wooden boards, the smooth pale wood and the lack of any creaks and groans. And you may sit on the edge of the dock, with your legs dangling in the air, and relax, letting the stresses that pile up over the course of a day bleed out of you slowly, infinitesimally, lulled by the gently lapping sound of the water.

Eventually, if you are like all others before you, a new awareness will dawn in your mind. An awareness that shines a light on details previously ignored by you, understandably, given the unexpected beauty of your surroundings.

With this awareness comes the realization that there are no people in the vicinity, no signs, garbage cans, or chairs. The knowledge that the quality of the silence permeating the air is not peaceful at all, but rather an oppressive absence of any sounds of life. A stark absence of birds or bugs or other animals. This awareness is a precursor to the awakening of other baser senses, the ones that if you’re lucky, you’ve never used before. The ones that cause the hair on your arm to rise, and the skin on back of your neck to prickle. An ominous feeling of foreboding fills you, and you’ll turn around only to find that the dock is long, much longer than you remember.

It is always at this moment that a person like you will get up and run, feet pounding down the dock as fast as possible to the shore and solid ground. And most people never stop running, leaving the clearing where the lake resides without ever looking back. Many simply return to their cars and drive off, distressed that some instinct imposed upon them to stop in a no name town, and to find such an eerie lake. To compensate, they’ll drive too fast and listen to music too loud or call a loved and force laughter one until that animal awareness recedes back into the depths of their subconscious once more. And when that happens, as it inevitably does, they won’t ever think of the strange lake again.

There are others who are intrigued enough to detour into the small town and enter into a store on the Main Street. Inevitably, these people will inquire about the lake in a vague way. And those that are lucky will happen upon a local resident willing to tell a story or tale. There are residents who hypothesize that the veil in between this world and others is a bit thinner around the lake. Others will mention ley lines. Still others will warn about monsters that lurk in those deep crystal waters, stories created to rationalize the disappearance of children who went missing long ago and whose faces are barely remembered beyond the sweet blond curls of babyhood. And from those conversations comes the comfortable realization of why the lake was devoid of people or any sign of human life, and with that assurance those folks will go on their merry way.

But one day there will be a person who happens upon the lake and who sits at the edge of the dock but will not get up. One day there will be a person who through ignorance or bravado or ego or pride ignores the subtle warnings that nature gives, who is blinded to the instinct that has driven away all others before them. And that person will not walk away, but will stay, spellbound by the beauty of the water.

I just hope that person isn’t you. Because what will become of that person, no one can say. But the lake is waiting for them.

Oh yes, the lake is waiting for them.

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Just fantastic storytelling @Lauranad-- what a treat to read-- and that scarf is definitely a "dreamscape" or "nightmarescape" as you have cast it! We should collect these in a thread-- a little TPF scarf story anthology...

This scarf wasn’t on my radar until many of you showed how lovely this one is so naturally I had to add it to my collection Grand Theatre Nouveau CW08
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Just lovely, twin. You have paired one of my seasonal favorite silks with a perennially favorite ring and tie @MissIn!

Ok not so much a ghost story because The Invisible Man wasn’t dead (just invisible and malicious) but he was wrapped in bandages which reminds me of The Mummy who most definitely was dead and both are spooky… Monsieur et Madame, original issue, where we see the insides of this couple. And yes I knotted it to the tails of my cardigan because why not (why knot?)
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This is just super creative and what a cute and clever tie @Snausages! As Agrume said, I love your pink and white outfit.

C‘est la fête gavs from the archive

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Fantastic gavs!

SOTD my ntm Duo Cosmique

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How very beautiful on the brick colored sweater @Croisette7! Delighted to steal another styling idea as I am your twin on this cw, too (the light blue border, correct?)...

The concept of yin and yang. The Chinese believe that places with a lot of yin or negative energy attract denizens of the spirit world. I grew up in an apartment with a lot of yin in it. It was smack in the middle of a long block of 3-storey walk-ups. We were in the centre of the block, on the second level. My stairwell was the darkest of them all. When you opened the front door, there was a long dark corridor running from the sunny front balcony to the sunny back kitchen. A study in contrasts indeed.

I always saw shadows in the periphery of my field of vision but paid them no mind. My grandma always told us that if we didn't offend the spirits, they would not trouble us. She had a shrine to the Goddess of Mercy in her room and prayed to the Kitchen god near the hearth.

One night, my sister had a nightmare. She was around 6 years old then. She woke up crying that a man with a sword was looking at her from the corridor. After careful questioning, my mum and grandma deduced that it was perhaps a wandering spirit of a Japanese soldier who perished in WW2. There was a flurry of cleansing activities such as offering prayers and scattering holy floral water.

Many of the Japanese military officers brought samourai swords with them to Singapore. So here's my Samourai scarf in memory of that long ago nightmare. Where my childhood home was is now a subway station. And there are stories of ghosts riding the subway after midnight, so maybe Mr Japanese soldier is now travelling round Singapore
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Lovely @xincinsin -- and I can totally relate to long gone ghostly childhood places filled with memories spooky and sentimental both!

Oh, you guys! Great story telling! Sadly, I can relate to cookie's line:

she was late for work again and was feeling a little stressed

So I will walk on with another c'est la fete, which needs no explanation

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Beautiful! When you are not stressed I would love to see this one flat @Awillow!

 

[LKBNOLA]

Good morning all! On this last day of the three day holiday Dia de Muertos, which is also All Souls Day, I am joining my C'est La Fete sisters and twins. This was my 2020 grail scarf but I did not receive it until 2021 (long story) and it has been patiently waiting its turn for a TPF debut. Please forgive the terrible mod shot!

Oh, wait! I have a better picture. Showing Mr. Bones himself on the blue side and also, y'all KNOW I would have the right shoes...

 

[paula24jen]

I’ve been enjoying everyone’s posts as always, but life’s been hectic so haven’t had the chance to contribute my own SOTD pics. Anyhoo, yesterday DD and I went shopping for the day, maybe pop in to H I said (!) so took the chance for a selfie on the train, could equally have been on theme last week as I have Doigts de Fee in four colours.



Oh, and bought a new bag - oops!

 

[LKBNOLA]

Native Americans seeing the Ghost Riders of departed souls in the sky are not the only cultures who populated the night sky with characters important in their lives. Most of the constellation names that we are familiar with come from ancient Middle Eastern, Greek, and Roman cultures. Hemisphaerium Coeli Boreale, also known as Zodiaque, was originally designed for Hermes in 1938 by Hugo Grygkar, and was redesigned in 1994 by Loic Dubigeon. It is based on a star chart that was popular during the Renaissance period and Neo-Classical Age.

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Showing some of the constellations in Hemispaerium Coeli Boreale. Such characters are like ghosts in the sky and, as such, can be tied back to the song, "Ghost Riders in the Sky".

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In the song, the ghost cowboys are chasing the devil's herd through the sky. The image of Taurus the Bull is seen at the edge of the scarf. Taurus is not named in the Hermes version, but I show the equivalent portion of the design from another Renaissance Hemispaerium Coeli Boreale drawing where he is. The song says the cows are red-eyed and their horns were black and shiny. My red scarf is in keeping with the devil's theme.

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Introducing my new-to-me Hemisphaerium Coeli Boreale, or Zodiaque, as my Scarf of the Day.

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I am now waking up and actually waiting for the next Ghost Rider post-- totally hooked @Redbirdhermes by your scarfs and youor creativity in devising linka dn explanations...Congratulations on another red beauty for your collex!

 

[laurenad]

Good morning all! On this last day of the three day holiday Dia de Muertos, which is also All Souls Day, I am joining my C'est La Fete sisters and twins. This was my 2020 grail scarf but I did not receive it until 2021 (long story) and it has been patiently waiting its turn for a TPF debut. Please forgive the terrible mod shot!
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Oh, wait! I have a better picture. Showing Mr. Bones himself on the blue side and also, y'all KNOW I would have the right shoes...
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Are those Jon Josef flats? I have similar ones in blue velvet! I love them!

 

[LKBNOLA]

Wow! The tarantula around the neck would have stopped me in my tracks. you guys look great!

You colorway is stunning and just gorgeous with the med blue top. Such an elegant look.
Is the hem a lighter color/.

Thank you so much! I adore this design and scarf-- the hem (as a real bonus) is a sort of electric blue. I love the blue on blue because it echoes the very title of the scarf...amping up the celestial mood. Blue is a standard color in iconography (especially for the Virgin Mary's cloak) but blue is also always the color of distance, leading the eye upward and skyward or outward and towards the ocean...

 

[LKBNOLA]

Are those Jon Josef flats? I have similar ones in blue velvet! I love them!

Hahaha-- I love Jon Josef, too but these are Stuubs & Wooton. I am often also on the ban island for shoes...

 

[xincinsin]

I’ve been enjoying everyone’s posts as always, but life’s been hectic so haven’t had the chance to contribute my own SOTD pics. Anyhoo, yesterday DD and I went shopping for the day, maybe pop in to H I said (!) so took the chance for a selfie on the train, could equally have been on theme last week as I have Doigts de Fee in four colours.

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Oh, and bought a new bag - oops!

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Love Doigts in that delicious neutral!

 

[paula24jen]

Love Doigts in that delicious neutral!

Thank you