Scarves Scarf of the Day 2021 - Which Hermès scarf are you wearing today?
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Woefully behind and driving to our mini-vacation destination - Boston and Cape Ann! Hoping to read your stories and catch up over the next few days. What a wonderful week!! You’re all showing some beautiful and theme-appropriate silks.
Here is a Hermès ghost story! I found it on the internet. From ghostsofpalmbeach.com. It should be edited for grammar but since it’s not my work,I’ll just copy and paste the text. I love the illustration.
Haunted Hermes
Hermès International S.A., at 240 Worth Avenue or simply Hermès is a French high fashion house established in 1837, today specializing in leather, lifestyle accessories, perfumery, luxury goods, and ready-to-wear. Its logo, since the 1950s, is of a Duc carriage with horse. Originally, it was a horse saddle shop.
Most retail stores spend up to two hours straightening for their next day of work as a store on the Island has to have the aura of the highest class of establishments to meet it’s clientele’s needs. Hermes is no exception. Well, except for boxes. Take a look at the store, the clothing items are equally spaced apart, the scarves hung just so. The boxes, in contrast are a mess. They also are in the window so the guests can see them.
There is a reason. The boxes don’t seem to want to stay on the shelves. They are often scattered about the floor. Sometimes in unique formations. Sometimes in a row. They are never in the same place, but nevertheless, they don’t end up the shelves either the next morning. This caused quite a stir in Hermes. The employees accused each other of sabotage. They refused to work the night shift so they wouldn’t get blamed for not doing the work they spent up to an hour completing. The manager actually took over that responsibility to keep the peace but found the next day, that it made no difference. The staff wasn’t lying. The boxes would end up on the floor. Clearly no one earthly was doing this.
It wasn’t until the manager’s granddaughter came to work with her grandmother one early Sunday morning that the story started to become clear. The young girl stated, “Grandma, who made a train out of the boxes? You never let me play with them.” Upon consultation with a psychic, it was revealed that a young child who lived above what is now Hermes in the 1930s died of rheumatic fever. He was no older than 6.
When the store was remodeled several years ago, the boy’s energy must have been released into Hermes, and now he plays every night. He makes buildings, trains, cars, and other toys. He never touches the clothing or accessories in the store. He just plays with the boxes. He is not a malevolent spirit, just one who didn’t learn to clean his room before he passed.
The staff at Hermes has the responsibility of cleaning up after him when he plays so there solution is to leave the boxes a mess before they leave. They won’t be there in the morning any way.
Here is a Hermès ghost story! I found it on the internet. From ghostsofpalmbeach.com. It should be edited for grammar but since it’s not my work,I’ll just copy and paste the text. I love the illustration.
Haunted Hermes
Hermès International S.A., at 240 Worth Avenue or simply Hermès is a French high fashion house established in 1837, today specializing in leather, lifestyle accessories, perfumery, luxury goods, and ready-to-wear. Its logo, since the 1950s, is of a Duc carriage with horse. Originally, it was a horse saddle shop.
Most retail stores spend up to two hours straightening for their next day of work as a store on the Island has to have the aura of the highest class of establishments to meet it’s clientele’s needs. Hermes is no exception. Well, except for boxes. Take a look at the store, the clothing items are equally spaced apart, the scarves hung just so. The boxes, in contrast are a mess. They also are in the window so the guests can see them.
There is a reason. The boxes don’t seem to want to stay on the shelves. They are often scattered about the floor. Sometimes in unique formations. Sometimes in a row. They are never in the same place, but nevertheless, they don’t end up the shelves either the next morning. This caused quite a stir in Hermes. The employees accused each other of sabotage. They refused to work the night shift so they wouldn’t get blamed for not doing the work they spent up to an hour completing. The manager actually took over that responsibility to keep the peace but found the next day, that it made no difference. The staff wasn’t lying. The boxes would end up on the floor. Clearly no one earthly was doing this.
It wasn’t until the manager’s granddaughter came to work with her grandmother one early Sunday morning that the story started to become clear. The young girl stated, “Grandma, who made a train out of the boxes? You never let me play with them.” Upon consultation with a psychic, it was revealed that a young child who lived above what is now Hermes in the 1930s died of rheumatic fever. He was no older than 6.
When the store was remodeled several years ago, the boy’s energy must have been released into Hermes, and now he plays every night. He makes buildings, trains, cars, and other toys. He never touches the clothing or accessories in the store. He just plays with the boxes. He is not a malevolent spirit, just one who didn’t learn to clean his room before he passed.
The staff at Hermes has the responsibility of cleaning up after him when he plays so there solution is to leave the boxes a mess before they leave. They won’t be there in the morning any way.
Thank you so much, LKBNOLA!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!
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!)
I love everything about this post @bunnycat but that wee pumpkin patch is just precious...
Wow! Amazed that you got them all in there @blydia! A true Monster Mash...
What a beautiful look and what a clever and creative story, charmingly illustrated @Cookiefiend!
Agrume!
Very spooky on this navy top @Agrume!
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...
Just lovely, twin. You have paired one of my seasonal favorite silks with a perennially favorite ring and tie @MissIn!
This is just super creative and what a cute and clever tie @Snausages! As Agrume said, I love your pink and white outfit.
Fantastic gavs!
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?)...
Lovely @xincinsin -- and I can totally relate to long gone ghostly childhood places filled with memories spooky and sentimental both!
Beautiful! When you are not stressed I would love to see this one flat @Awillow!
Oh, you have the matching Stubbs of course!
Beautiful Doigts and congrats on your new Garden Party, paula!
oooooh, deliciously unnerving tale (and gorgeous silk)
What an interesting look back on your childhood home and its energies...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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I love this striking Samourai color way
I just LOVE the idea of the little spirit playing with the boxesWoefully behind and driving to our mini-vacation destination - Boston and Cape Ann! Hoping to read your stories and catch up over the next few days. What a wonderful week!! You’re all showing some beautiful and theme-appropriate silks.
Here is a Hermès ghost story! I found it on the internet. From ghostsofpalmbeach.com. It should be edited for grammar but since it’s not my work,I’ll just copy and paste the text. I love the illustration.
Haunted Hermes
Hermès International S.A., at 240 Worth Avenue or simply Hermès is a French high fashion house established in 1837, today specializing in leather, lifestyle accessories, perfumery, luxury goods, and ready-to-wear. Its logo, since the 1950s, is of a Duc carriage with horse. Originally, it was a horse saddle shop.
Most retail stores spend up to two hours straightening for their next day of work as a store on the Island has to have the aura of the highest class of establishments to meet it’s clientele’s needs. Hermes is no exception. Well, except for boxes. Take a look at the store, the clothing items are equally spaced apart, the scarves hung just so. The boxes, in contrast are a mess. They also are in the window so the guests can see them.
There is a reason. The boxes don’t seem to want to stay on the shelves. They are often scattered about the floor. Sometimes in unique formations. Sometimes in a row. They are never in the same place, but nevertheless, they don’t end up the shelves either the next morning. This caused quite a stir in Hermes. The employees accused each other of sabotage. They refused to work the night shift so they wouldn’t get blamed for not doing the work they spent up to an hour completing. The manager actually took over that responsibility to keep the peace but found the next day, that it made no difference. The staff wasn’t lying. The boxes would end up on the floor. Clearly no one earthly was doing this.
It wasn’t until the manager’s granddaughter came to work with her grandmother one early Sunday morning that the story started to become clear. The young girl stated, “Grandma, who made a train out of the boxes? You never let me play with them.” Upon consultation with a psychic, it was revealed that a young child who lived above what is now Hermes in the 1930s died of rheumatic fever. He was no older than 6.
When the store was remodeled several years ago, the boy’s energy must have been released into Hermes, and now he plays every night. He makes buildings, trains, cars, and other toys. He never touches the clothing or accessories in the store. He just plays with the boxes. He is not a malevolent spirit, just one who didn’t learn to clean his room before he passed.
The staff at Hermes has the responsibility of cleaning up after him when he plays so there solution is to leave the boxes a mess before they leave. They won’t be there in the morning any way.
It was a dark and stormy night, and while walking in the rain wasn’t too fun - the moon was full and the garden was lovely.
She’d noticed the sign leading to the garden’s path was a little rusty and hidden, but the path was clear and she hoped it would lead her to a shelter. As she walked, she saw small blue roses glowing along the path. Was it the moonlight shining on the dew-like rain drops, or were they some sort of unusual rose?
The storm clouds moved and hid the moon, there was a sudden loud crash of thunder. It startled her and she began to run down the path, not seeing where she was going.
As she ran, the path grew narrow, and she felt tendrils snatching at her ankles and thorns catching on her sleeves. The blue glow had become brighter and she could also see purple gleaming in the roses which had grown huge. A thick tendril covered in thorns wrapped around her waist and lifted her off her feet, as the overpowering scent of roses filled her head.
It was a dark and stormy night.
La Rosee
She’d noticed the sign leading to the garden’s path was a little rusty and hidden, but the path was clear and she hoped it would lead her to a shelter. As she walked, she saw small blue roses glowing along the path. Was it the moonlight shining on the dew-like rain drops, or were they some sort of unusual rose?
The storm clouds moved and hid the moon, there was a sudden loud crash of thunder. It startled her and she began to run down the path, not seeing where she was going.
As she ran, the path grew narrow, and she felt tendrils snatching at her ankles and thorns catching on her sleeves. The blue glow had become brighter and she could also see purple gleaming in the roses which had grown huge. A thick tendril covered in thorns wrapped around her waist and lifted her off her feet, as the overpowering scent of roses filled her head.
It was a dark and stormy night.
La Rosee
What a spooky tale! Love it and of course, your Rosee changeant. A perfect silk to tell a spooky story. ❤️
Fabulous! (and a wonderful red!)
I ❤️❤️❤️ This! (I LOLed too!
)A lovely neutral, and a darling purse!
I love this story, thank you for sharing it with us!Woefully behind and driving to our mini-vacation destination - Boston and Cape Ann! Hoping to read your stories and catch up over the next few days. What a wonderful week!! You’re all showing some beautiful and theme-appropriate silks.
Here is a Hermès ghost story! I found it on the internet. From ghostsofpalmbeach.com. It should be edited for grammar but since it’s not my work,I’ll just copy and paste the text. I love the illustration.
Haunted Hermes
Hermès International S.A., at 240 Worth Avenue or simply Hermès is a French high fashion house established in 1837, today specializing in leather, lifestyle accessories, perfumery, luxury goods, and ready-to-wear. Its logo, since the 1950s, is of a Duc carriage with horse. Originally, it was a horse saddle shop.
Most retail stores spend up to two hours straightening for their next day of work as a store on the Island has to have the aura of the highest class of establishments to meet it’s clientele’s needs. Hermes is no exception. Well, except for boxes. Take a look at the store, the clothing items are equally spaced apart, the scarves hung just so. The boxes, in contrast are a mess. They also are in the window so the guests can see them.
There is a reason. The boxes don’t seem to want to stay on the shelves. They are often scattered about the floor. Sometimes in unique formations. Sometimes in a row. They are never in the same place, but nevertheless, they don’t end up the shelves either the next morning. This caused quite a stir in Hermes. The employees accused each other of sabotage. They refused to work the night shift so they wouldn’t get blamed for not doing the work they spent up to an hour completing. The manager actually took over that responsibility to keep the peace but found the next day, that it made no difference. The staff wasn’t lying. The boxes would end up on the floor. Clearly no one earthly was doing this.
It wasn’t until the manager’s granddaughter came to work with her grandmother one early Sunday morning that the story started to become clear. The young girl stated, “Grandma, who made a train out of the boxes? You never let me play with them.” Upon consultation with a psychic, it was revealed that a young child who lived above what is now Hermes in the 1930s died of rheumatic fever. He was no older than 6.
When the store was remodeled several years ago, the boy’s energy must have been released into Hermes, and now he plays every night. He makes buildings, trains, cars, and other toys. He never touches the clothing or accessories in the store. He just plays with the boxes. He is not a malevolent spirit, just one who didn’t learn to clean his room before he passed.
The staff at Hermes has the responsibility of cleaning up after him when he plays so there solution is to leave the boxes a mess before they leave. They won’t be there in the morning any way.
A magnificent (and after that story- possibly malevolent?) stunner... muahaha!
no ghost story but spiritual meaning for kawa ora
Oh my god, this scarf is so mesmerizing !
Your story is perfectly scary and halloween-y, though nightmares are less scary bathed in roses fragrance...
Ooh I love doigts! This color shows the lace so well. Black lace is very Halloween and spooky. Please please share your colorways. I haven’t zeroed in on a colorway on this one yet for myself. And congrats on that cool sea surf fun bag. And love your cardigan? With the bejeweled collar? At first I thought a brooch but see there is one in the other side too so not a brooch.
The story for this scarf is as beautiful as the scarf itself. Thank you for sharing it!
Thank you!Oh my god, this scarf is so mesmerizing !
Your story is perfectly scary and halloween-y, though nightmares are less scary bathed in roses fragrance...
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