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

[hermesguy]

Didn’t the headless horseman use a pumpkin as a prosthesis?

one of my first cashmeres, from the good old days of the scarf counter at Neiman Marcus. Citroilles et Coloquintes

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Northpark or on Main? Miss it all...

John in Mid-DFW

 

[Redbirdhermes]

Many thanks to @Cookiefiend for hosting last week's Pink and Orange Week. Thank you @Karenska for such a beautiful introduction to Ghost Stories Week illustrated with stunning scarves.

My scarves this week will be illustrating an old cowboy ghost story originally written as a song by Stan Jones in the late 1940s and has been recorded by many musicians. However, my favorite version is sung by the Man in Black himself, Johnny Cash. Ghost Riders in the Sky tells the story of an old cowboy who goes out for a ride and sees the ghosts of cowboys past chasing the devil's herd of steers for the rest of eternity. He is warned that this is his fate unless he changes his ways. A scary thought indeed.

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Below are the lyrics to the song.

Ghost Riders in the Sky

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky
And up a cloudy draw

Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel
Their horns were black and shiny, their hot breath he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
For he saw the riders coming hard
Heard their mournful cries

Yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o)
Yippie-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay)
Ghost riders in the sky

Their faces gaunt
Their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
On horses snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cries

As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
'If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride'
Trying to catch the devil's herd
Across these endless skies

Yippie-yi-o (yippie-yi-o)
Yippie-yi-yay (yippie-yi-yay)
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky
Ghost riders in the sky


My first scarf of Ghost Week sets the scene with cowboys riding and chasing a herd of mustangs. It is also my transition scarf from Orange Week, and is especially appropriate for Halloween. Introducing my Hermes box orange Dallas 2004 special edition of Les Mustangs.

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The song, Ghost Riders in the Sky, tells of riders and horses racing across the skies. This image brings to mind the riders racing their chariots across the endless skies in Space Derby. Ugo Bienvenu was inspired by comic books and superheroes for these futuristic and colorful racers. Modern and ethereal Ghost Riders in the Sky.



My SOTD is Space Derby.

 

[Redbirdhermes]

"bunny girl: I'm
My Chinese name means "moon" and my sister was named after the "bunny girl".

People today have no idea what a HUGE deal the moon was back in the late 1960s. Thank you for sharing.

 

[bunnycat]

Hello dear Scarfies, although I am following this thread diligently, I haven‘t managed to post anything for quite a while. Sorry for that, but my life has been busy and a bit crazy. I hope that things get a bit better in the future!
As for this week‘s theme…I love to listen to stories, scary or otherwise, by the fireside: Au Coin du Feu.

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The perfect place for listening to a scary tale!

Taking the story (and scarf) baton from @laurenad for my swan song this week:
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 a well-maintained dock and a small wooden hut with a tightly locked door. A second traveler has arrived, and spellbound by the eerie beauty of the water, wanders down the dock. The sky is a brilliant blue, the water grey, almost as though lake and sky have reversed. The spiky plants along the shore have altered their coloration to orange and blue, echoing the colors along the cliff face and the mountains beyond. Something compels our traveler to try the lock. Surprised, she finds the knob twists easily in her hand. Crossing the threshold she surveys a small room—windowless and bare of furnishings. The only item in the cabin is a small print on the far wall. It seems almost translucent, as though hung in front of a window. She approaches and exclaims with delight, “Why it is an old map!” In the four corners of the parchment, the winds puff their cheeks in a fat and friendly fashion. Along the side and top margins are drawn mythical beasts and sea creatures of legend: winged horses and scaly serpents, narwhals and behemoths with oddly soulful eyes and appealing faces. Along the bottom of the map, the cartographer has warned: “Here be Monsters.” Oddly, the center appears faded, blank. As our traveler studies the map, lines and shapes emerge but shorelines dissolve and boundaries shift. Is this where I am, she wonders? Where am I? She feels a frisson of fear, then genuine trepidation. Nothing has changed but the light in the room. Strange cursive letters race across the glowing map. A bolt clicks shut. She whirls around. Gusting winds and crashing surf fill the air. The cabin walls tilt outward and the map billows like a sheet, becoming the floor she stands upon. Under her feet a red x forms and the words hic es in Latin script. The creatures in the margins rise up, thrashing and glaring with menacing eyes. Her shoes are soaked, ensnared in ropes of kelp. The map has disappeared but the letters forming on the wet sand are fearsomely clear: F-i-n-i-s-t-e-r-r-e. Finisterre. Lands End. Place of no return. There is no turning back. No turning back from the end of the world…
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You took the spooky torch and ran with it! Beautiful AuBduM!

 

[bunnycat]

The song, Ghost Riders in the Sky, tells of riders and horses racing across the skies. This image brings to mind the riders racing their chariots across the endless skies in Space Derby. Ugo Bienvenu was inspired by comic books and superheroes for these futuristic and colorful racers. Modern and ethereal Ghost Riders in the Sky.

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My SOTD is Space Derby.

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Such a beautiful colorway of this!

 

[Snausages]

Northpark or on Main? Miss it all...

John in Mid-DFW

NorthPark is where this came from but many others from the mothership. Yes, miss them all!

 

[Snausages]

The song, Ghost Riders in the Sky, tells of riders and horses racing across the skies. This image brings to mind the riders racing their chariots across the endless skies in Space Derby. Ugo Bienvenu was inspired by comic books and superheroes for these futuristic and colorful racers. Modern and ethereal Ghost Riders in the Sky.

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My SOTD is Space Derby.

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Love it!!!

 

[Snausages]

SOTD inspired by Phantom of the Opera: Fleurs de l’Opera!

 

[Karenska]

Taking the story (and scarf) baton from @laurenad for my swan song this week:
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 a well-maintained dock and a small wooden hut with a tightly locked door. A second traveler has arrived, and spellbound by the eerie beauty of the water, wanders down the dock. The sky is a brilliant blue, the water grey, almost as though lake and sky have reversed. The spiky plants along the shore have altered their coloration to orange and blue, echoing the colors along the cliff face and the mountains beyond. Something compels our traveler to try the lock. Surprised, she finds the knob twists easily in her hand. Crossing the threshold she surveys a small room—windowless and bare of furnishings. The only item in the cabin is a small print on the far wall. It seems almost translucent, as though hung in front of a window. She approaches and exclaims with delight, “Why it is an old map!” In the four corners of the parchment, the winds puff their cheeks in a fat and friendly fashion. Along the side and top margins are drawn mythical beasts and sea creatures of legend: winged horses and scaly serpents, narwhals and behemoths with oddly soulful eyes and appealing faces. Along the bottom of the map, the cartographer has warned: “Here be Monsters.” Oddly, the center appears faded, blank. As our traveler studies the map, lines and shapes emerge but shorelines dissolve and boundaries shift. Is this where I am, she wonders? Where am I? She feels a frisson of fear, then genuine trepidation. Nothing has changed but the light in the room. Strange cursive letters race across the glowing map. A bolt clicks shut. She whirls around. Gusting winds and crashing surf fill the air. The cabin walls tilt outward and the map billows like a sheet, becoming the floor she stands upon. Under her feet a red x forms and the words hic es in Latin script. The creatures in the margins rise up, thrashing and glaring with menacing eyes. Her shoes are soaked, ensnared in ropes of kelp. The map has disappeared but the letters forming on the wet sand are fearsomely clear: F-i-n-i-s-t-e-r-r-e. Finisterre. Lands End. Place of no return. There is no turning back. No turning back from the end of the world…
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Wonderfully eerie and spooky story, Lkb, and the perfect scarf to illustrate it. I love how it ties.

 

[Karenska]

The song, Ghost Riders in the Sky, tells of riders and horses racing across the skies. This image brings to mind the riders racing their chariots across the endless skies in Space Derby. Ugo Bienvenu was inspired by comic books and superheroes for these futuristic and colorful racers. Modern and ethereal Ghost Riders in the Sky.

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My SOTD is Space Derby.

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A marvelous use of this design for your week-long ghost story, RBH. And such a spectacular cw.

 

[Karenska]

SOTD inspired by Phantom of the Opera: Fleurs de l’Opera!

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… Perfection, Snausages, I just love it. You have a lovely smile! Thank you for the compliments yesterday on my SOTD.

 

[Redbirdhermes]

A marvelous use of this design for your week-long ghost story, RBH. And such a spectacular cw.

Thank you, Karen. Bonus shot of me getting my COVID booster shot today. Space Derby in a true rando knot that is falling out.

 

[Nomad]

My GTN cw 15 came today. Only had time to try one this tie and hop out.
It is beyond amazing in this colors! My note to self is I need more ivory in my Closet. I literally only have one shirt and two heavy sweaters that do me no good because they won’t handle a scarf. I also need more of these color tones in my wardrobe. They are so warm? I am awful w color talk. This scarf in these colors just hit my top 5 90’s I own.

 

[blydia]

My GTN cw 15 came today. Only had time to try one this tie and hop out.
It is beyond amazing in this colors! My note to self is I need more ivory in my Closet. I literally only have one shirt and two heavy sweaters that do me no good because they won’t handle a scarf. I also need more of these color tones in my wardrobe. They are so warm? I am awful w color talk. This scarf in these colors just hit my top 5 90’s I own. View attachment 5241607

such lovely pastels! beautiful colorway!

 

[Marie-the-Mary]

Taking the story (and scarf) baton from @laurenad for my swan song this week:
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 a well-maintained dock and a small wooden hut with a tightly locked door. A second traveler has arrived, and spellbound by the eerie beauty of the water, wanders down the dock. The sky is a brilliant blue, the water grey, almost as though lake and sky have reversed. The spiky plants along the shore have altered their coloration to orange and blue, echoing the colors along the cliff face and the mountains beyond. Something compels our traveler to try the lock. Surprised, she finds the knob twists easily in her hand. Crossing the threshold she surveys a small room—windowless and bare of furnishings. The only item in the cabin is a small print on the far wall. It seems almost translucent, as though hung in front of a window. She approaches and exclaims with delight, “Why it is an old map!” In the four corners of the parchment, the winds puff their cheeks in a fat and friendly fashion. Along the side and top margins are drawn mythical beasts and sea creatures of legend: winged horses and scaly serpents, narwhals and behemoths with oddly soulful eyes and appealing faces. Along the bottom of the map, the cartographer has warned: “Here be Monsters.” Oddly, the center appears faded, blank. As our traveler studies the map, lines and shapes emerge but shorelines dissolve and boundaries shift. Is this where I am, she wonders? Where am I? She feels a frisson of fear, then genuine trepidation. Nothing has changed but the light in the room. Strange cursive letters race across the glowing map. A bolt clicks shut. She whirls around. Gusting winds and crashing surf fill the air. The cabin walls tilt outward and the map billows like a sheet, becoming the floor she stands upon. Under her feet a red x forms and the words hic es in Latin script. The creatures in the margins rise up, thrashing and glaring with menacing eyes. Her shoes are soaked, ensnared in ropes of kelp. The map has disappeared but the letters forming on the wet sand are fearsomely clear: F-i-n-i-s-t-e-r-r-e. Finisterre. Lands End. Place of no return. There is no turning back. No turning back from the end of the world…
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So beautifully written ! A tour de force ! What a pleasure to read this story !