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

[blydia]

@blydia! Yes! She is the one who can helps us So glad you could remember I knew there was an expert here somewhere. Thank you for describing the colours. I will pop over to the other thread to see more. It really does look amazing on you

by no means an expert
the apricot is definitely warm, the other pastels are probably universal colors meaning people with both warm and cool undertones can wear them but i guess from the pictures that the apricot makes this a perfect scarf for light springs

 

[blydia]

here’s my horror story, it’s pretty short:
I snatched my bingata shawl on the stroller guess it’s not a virgin anymore. I’ve been loving wearing it for walks and when I’m busy babying a baby i can’t also baby a scarf

which type are you - shawl baby-er or shawl heavy wearer?
today obviously wore it to my postpartum pilates class

also, watching this angel sleep heals every wound over snagged brandnew scarves

 

[Agrume]

Off topic, and now twins with LKBNOLA, with Zabavoushka. Am travelling, to the first live meeting since before COVID. The scarf arrived just in time to take it with me. Mr Agrume only saw this photo, but already declared it his favourite.

 

[Redbirdhermes]

here’s my horror story, it’s pretty short:
I snatched my bingata shawl on the stroller guess it’s not a virgin anymore. I’ve been loving wearing it for walks and when I’m busy babying a baby i can’t also baby a scarf

which type are you - shawl baby-er or shawl heavy wearer?
today obviously wore it to my postpartum pilates class
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also, watching this angel sleep heals every wound over snagged brandnew scarves

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What a beautiful child! Easy choice to make. Take care of the baby.

This reminds me of a gift that my dear, recently departed MIL gave me after my son was born. The birth was four weeks early, in a emergency midnight C-Section because I was suffering from multiple organ failure due to preeclampsia. I recovered, slowly, but it was a full year before I regained all my stamina. Her birth gift to me was a beautiful plant. I read the care instructions for the plant, and it required misting five times a day. It was either the plant or the baby, because I couldn't care for both. I chose to care for MIL's grandson. The plant died.

It reminds me a bit of the beautiful plants here in Faubourg Tropical. This overgrowth makes this a nightmare of a scarf.

From the archives

 

[Marie-the-Mary]

here’s my horror story, it’s pretty short:
I snatched my bingata shawl on the stroller guess it’s not a virgin anymore. I’ve been loving wearing it for walks and when I’m busy babying a baby i can’t also baby a scarf

which type are you - shawl baby-er or shawl heavy wearer?
today obviously wore it to my postpartum pilates class
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also, watching this angel sleep heals every wound over snagged brandnew scarves

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Rhetorical question ! This sleeping baby girl is so delicate ! Congratulations.

 

[Iflola]

I’m always awed by everyone here but this week y’all are knocking my boots off with your creative writing skills, loving all the incredible stories.

 

[blydia]

What a beautiful child! Easy choice to make. Take care of the baby.

This reminds me of a gift that my dear, recently departed MIL gave me after my son was born. The birth was four weeks early, in a emergency midnight C-Section because I was suffering from multiple organ failure due to preeclampsia. I recovered, slowly, but it was a full year before I regained all my stamina. Her birth gift to me was a beautiful plant. I read the care instructions for the plant, and it required misting five times a day. It was either the plant or the baby, because I couldn't care for both. I chose to care for MIL's grandson. The plant died.

It reminds me a bit of the beautiful plants here in Faubourg Tropical. This overgrowth makes this a nightmare of a scarf.

From the archives

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i love the story (apart from the preeclampsia, yikes that sounds like a horror story in itself!) but the plant… speak about an unsuitable gift glad you opted for the baby too

beautiful faubourg! happy to be sisters on this wild beauty

 

[Maedi]

@croisette, thank you.

 

[Maedi]

here’s my horror story, it’s pretty short:
I snatched my bingata shawl on the stroller guess it’s not a virgin anymore. I’ve been loving wearing it for walks and when I’m busy babying a baby i can’t also baby a scarf

which type are you - shawl baby-er or shawl heavy wearer?
today obviously wore it to my postpartum pilates class
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also, watching this angel sleep heals every wound over snagged brandnew scarves

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You and your baby are beautiful. I don't think a little snag is a big deal on a CSGM. Love the two-toned grey border.

 

[turfnsurf]

L V I N G the spooky stories
& sweet silks this week
__________________________________

Mine is a cautionary tale that may
(or may not) be true...

A long time ago (longer now than it seems)
one couple met at another’s for dinner. While visiting one friend dashed upstairs and upon returning produced a square of silk and identified it as Hermès in hushed tones; the DH’s were in another room, but within earshot. The ladies closely examined that expensive bit of whisper soft, ethereal silk and admired it’s beauty & obvious quality.

(image-H scarf ad)

Unbeknownst to either party a silk microfilament detached and became airborne. It wafted aloft on the air currents created by the undulating gossamer fabric and headed towards the visitor, landing neatly in her ear canal. The lovely scarf was then carefully put away, but not before it planted a seed...


Not long after the visiting friend felt a need to wear more scarves. She began to wear silk near her skin and liked the feel so much she acquired a few more to have choices. She wore them in her hair, around her neck, shoulders and even waist. Sometimes two at a time were worn; so more needed to be procured!

An H scarf was purchased as a treat. It was carefully stored and one box somehow became two...

From then on no other brand of silk managed to find its way into that closet. Perhaps it was the designs that beguiled the wearer, because surely it wasn’t the H silk itself?

(image H scarf ad)

As time went by the few turned into many... once freed from their boxes it was as if they were multiplying by themselves (even producing twins)!
A spreadsheet was generated to harness the chaos, but the pandemonium of colored silk continued to grow to epic proportions. A warehouse was built to house the silk mountain and at times a crane needed to move large precious piles around to find a specific design for a SOTD theme. Local officials are lately contemplating bestowing its own zipcode on glorious Silk Mountain. It might become a tourist attraction like DisneyWorld!



So readers be warned
(I fear for many it may be too late)-
the sly little H silk microfiber may’ve nestled in an ear, but somehow managed to travel to the brain and later firmly affixed in the heart.


Spooky Mr.Bones front & center on C’est la Fete pour Halloween

 

[Tasha1]

My SOTD is Clair de Lune, with the mythical Pegasus as my Ghost Rider in the Sky

so beautiful the blue!!!

I like wearing a CSGM with a sleeveless dress instead of a heavy jacket.
The Samourai Scarf is my brightest one and it matches perfectly to my many outfits.

 

[xincinsin]

L V I N G the spooky stories
& sweet silks this week
__________________________________

Mine is a cautionary tale that may
(or may not) be true...

A long time ago (longer now than it seems)
one couple met at another’s for dinner. While visiting one friend dashed upstairs and upon returning produced a square of silk and identified it as Hermès in hushed tones; the DH’s were in another room, but within earshot. The ladies closely examined that expensive bit of whisper soft, ethereal silk and admired it’s beauty & obvious quality.
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(image-H scarf ad)

Unbeknownst to either party a silk microfilament detached and became airborne. It wafted aloft on the air currents created by the undulating gossamer fabric and headed towards the visitor, landing neatly in her ear canal. The lovely scarf was then carefully put away, but not before it planted a seed...


Not long after the visiting friend felt a need to wear more scarves. She began to wear silk near her skin and liked the feel so much she acquired a few more to have choices. She wore them in her hair, around her neck, shoulders and even waist. Sometimes two at a time were worn; so more needed to be procured!

An H scarf was purchased as a treat. It was carefully stored and one box somehow became two...
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From then on no other brand of silk managed to find its way into that closet. Perhaps it was the designs that beguiled the wearer, because surely it wasn’t the H silk itself?
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(image H scarf ad)

As time went by the few turned into many... once freed from their boxes it was as if they were multiplying by themselves (even producing twins)!
A spreadsheet was generated to harness the chaos, but the pandemonium of colored silk continued to grow to epic proportions. A warehouse was built to house the silk mountain and at times a crane needed to move large precious piles around to find a specific design for a SOTD theme. Local officials are lately contemplating bestowing its own zipcode on glorious Silk Mountain. It might become a tourist attraction like DisneyWorld!



So readers be warned
(I fear for many it may be too late)-
the sly little H silk microfiber may’ve nestled in an ear, but somehow managed to travel to the brain and later firmly affixed in the heart.


Spooky Mr.Bones front & center on C’est la Fete pour Halloween
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Too late pour moi
All I intended was to buy one scarf... and then the Scarf Goblin whispered sweet nothings into my ear...

 

[BreakfastCake]

Off topic, and now twins with LKBNOLA, with Zabavoushka. Am travelling, to the first live meeting since before COVID. The scarf arrived just in time to take it with me. Mr Agrume only saw this photo, but already declared it his favourite.

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Please may I know the name of this scarf? It is stunning.

 

[Marie-the-Mary]

Please may I know the name of this scarf? It is stunning.

He had been told thousand times not to meddle in the Forest spirits’ affairs.
And there he was, forever falling into the void, his limbs frenetically and wildly flailing.
After he had stalked and slain the white doe, myriad lights had appeared in the dusky woods and the Forest had looked enchanted, so full of light and ethereal music that, blinded, he had lost his bearings and suddenly felt the ground sinking beneath his feet, everything abruptly going pitch-black all around.
The only sounds he could hear now were cries of animals in pain and howlings of long-forgotten winds fiercely blowing in the desolate expanses of the infinite outer world.
Then, nothing. All was engulfed in darkness, silence and emptiness. All he could feel was the sharp pain of the dying white doe pervading his whole being. He was becoming the pain. He was being the pain. He realized it would last forever -if forever still had a meaning in this black hole- the stabbing pain, the whirling fall, the everlasting night, that it was his ineluctable punishment, under the silent watchful and indifferent gaze of the legendary Great Forest Spirit.
Unless anyone or anything showed to him the mercy he had lacked…

 

[Marie-the-Mary]

Sorry I posted my story as a reply to Breakfastcake's message