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

[BreakfastCake]

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

Haha I was thinking this doesn't quite look like it is the same scarf

 

[Marie-the-Mary]

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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I love this kind of cautionaury tale ! Not too scary, rather attractive

 

[Marie-the-Mary]

Haha I was thinking this doesn't quite look like it is the same scarf

I think our posts have collided ! Written and posted at the same time. Weeeeiiird

 

[Agrume]

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

Thank you - it is Zabavoushka.

 

[Awillow]

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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This is fabulous on you, agrume! So glad you found it. Perfect!

 

[Awillow]

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.
View attachment 5242838
(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...
View attachment 5242849
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?
View attachment 5242842
(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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Absolutely brilliant, tns! Love this! Apparently microfibers travel via internet as well... Thanks to you scarfies here. ❤
Love your ClF. It is a,beauty in spite of Mr. Bones.

 

[Awillow]

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…

Wonderful tale, mtm, and I love the way you styled this. Very chic!

 

[Awillow]

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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Oh, blydia, your Amelie is a beautiful dream in a week of nightmares here. What a treasure! When I first started collecting, I did baby my scarves. Now I figure they are mine to be worn and enjoyed and lived in, and well, life happens. Each imperfection is a memory. This snag will now remind you of the time when your sweet girl was a baby. ❤

 

[Awillow]

My new to me Fantaisie Pittoresque, not at all scary in subject matter but deep black and antique gold so a bit spooky in look.

I didn’t know much about the artist, and I’m pretty sure I don’t have any other scarf by him, so did a bit of research:

François Houtin was born in Craon en Mayenne, France in 1950. He has lived and worked in Paris since 1971. He was trained as a landscape architect, and worked on such prominent projects as the renovation of the Jardin des Tuilleries in 1991. It wasn't until 1973 that he learned printmaking from Jean Delpech, and by 1979 he had become a full-time artist known for his highly detailed prints of utopian gardens. His prints mix equal parts of superb draughtmanship, deep appreciation for the history of Classical French landscape architecture, and his own unfettered imagination.

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I didn't know this about Houtin, p24j. Fascinating. Places his work in a whole new light for me. This one is lovely on you.

 

[Awillow]

“It will be fun they said”, she muttered to herself as her so called friends ran off.
“It’s never fun, I hate Fun Houses… they’re no fun at all. But there’s no way to go but forward, so here I go.”
She went down the darkened hall, feeling with her hands the wall. When she reached an opening, she turned down that way, even though the darkness seemed even heavier.
Suddenly a light flared, and a disembodied arm reached out and grabbed her shoulder.
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She screamed, shook it off and ran down the hall. As she walked, she felt something cold and clammy brush against her leg. She looked down and saw a large fish swimming around her, its whiskers twitching
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She gave a little squeak and hurried on.
”Oh my gosh, what is this place?!?”, she whispered as she rushed down the dark hall.
The lights flashed on and she heard a terrible roar as she found herself face to face with a huge lion.
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She screamed and turned around to run back the way she came when she tripped over something in her way. She fell into a doorway and as she picked herself up all the lights came in and beautiful music began to play. She stood up and found herself in a large room, with chandeliers and statues. As she looked around the room, she noticed in the distance a small stage with words printed below it. She walked up to the stage wondering what the words meant
View attachment 5242201She then glanced up at the stage and saw to her horror a shocking display.

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As she turned to run away, a voice intoned
“To pass in the incision of the floor of the stage”… when the floor opened beneath her and she fell into the blackest of black pit.
Grand Theater Nouveau
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Spooky, cookie. I remember some here saying the couldn't contemplate purchasing this scarf because of the dismembered Pierrette. Glad you didn't suffer from that phobia because it looks Fab on you!

 

[Awillow]

I got my SOTD as a birthday gift. Loved the thoughtfulness, loved the theme (animal charmer!), loved the colorway. But as I delved deeper into the story behind I was a tad horrified.

This design is inspired by 1001 Arabian Nights night#146 - the story of the birds, the beasts and the carpenter. Sounds good so far! Well the tale is about the evil of man (the carpenter lures a lion into a box then burns the lion alive then captures a duck who doesn’t honor Allah).

Not so charming after all.

But I still love this shawl.

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Such a great colorway, snausages!! Beautiful!

 

[paula24jen]

I didn't know this about Houtin, p24j. Fascinating. Places his work in a whole new light for me. This one is lovely on you.

Thanks Awillow!

 

[paula24jen]

Oh, blydia, your Amelie is a beautiful dream in a week of nightmares here. What a treasure! When I first started collecting, I did baby my scarves. Now I figure they are mine to be worn and enjoyed and lived in, and well, life happens. Each imperfection is a memory. This snag will now remind you of the time when your sweet girl was a baby. ❤

What a lovely way of thinking about it

 

[LKBNOLA]

Grand day at the Isabella Stewart Gardner museum. Hope to catch up on Friday with comments on your ghost stories. Lots of beautiful silks!
Here is today’s SOTD:
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And yesterday’s:
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Both beautiful @Karenska-- so happy you are enjoying yur mini-vacation.

I forgot the name of the scarf, I bought this for my beloved husband last season.
Today wearing it to lunch with friend.
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Very stylish outfit and poignant memories @tlamdang08.

I do all my figuring in terms of H scarves.... I have to go get my hair color repaired by my hairstylist...that's probably going to be about half a scarf there....or at least a twilly...

H Math at work @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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Lovely @Redbirdhermes -- looks great with red so the hem pops!

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

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How clever to link the theme with Phantom and then Opera @Snausages! I love this cw.

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

Extremely beautiful cw @Nomad-- saw it in store yesterday and it is a stunner.

I’m on a roll with my third consecutive posting! Feel good to be an active part of this scarf community
Continuing with the friendship knot today is Jungle Love Rainbow in CW16
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Just lovely and yu are really becoming a knot expert with this one @MissIn!

Off-topic SOTD is Aloha dip dye. Some cheery colors for a rainy day.View attachment 5241793View attachment 5241794

I love seeing your dip-dyes @Maedi-- this one is such a good marriage of tropical theme and colors!

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I don't think I have seen this lovely cw modeled before @laurenad!

Violence is not often seen in H scarves, so this is an exception. Vautrait du Roy depicts a hunt for a boar. It is not for the faint-hearted and I'm not going to include close-ups. This design has the same effect on me as Linares' dead birds. Beautiful, but creepy. And I say creepy because I have baby wild boar plushies on my bed, so a scarf about a boar hunt is nightmarish for me.

Wearing this scarf today partially because of that literature degree: one of the poets I studied was WB Yeats. Irish/Celtic myths played a large part in his poetry. I was reminded of one of the motifs in the myths when I recently read a Halloween fanfic written for the Man From Uncle fandom. It was my fave TV series when I was a kid.

The Wild Hunt - Avery11 - Man From U.N.C.L.E. [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

archiveofourown.org

In this fanfic, the Wild Hunt pursues evil people. In myth, they were less discerning and hunted down anyone foolish enough to get in their way. H doesn't have the Wild Hunt in their scarves, but the rare savagery depicted in Vautrait du Roy reminds me of it. Mr Bones from CLF would be right at home in that hunt.
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I am in awe of anyone who can put Yeats, an H scarf and a fanfic of Man from Uncle in asingle post and look fabulous doing it @xincinsin! I bow down...

I travel with my little blue carry-on just to hold my Hermes purchases (the best part of vacation). One return trip it held multiple silks and some leather goodies. My job was to pay for parking the car for the week while DH's job was to load all of the luggage. When I got to the car my blue case was missing! In a panic I asked DH where it was and he walked around the building and found it on the sidewalk near the front of the parking lot. Whew! On the way home he mentioned perhaps it was a ghost that had moved the case so he didn't see it. I think my reply was something like 'oh we almost had a ghost in the family if my goodies had disappeared.' We laugh often about it now but it was scary at the time! This 70 Phoenix was one of the the items I believe.

A narrow escape for DH @Barbette and I am sisters on the 70 MP, I believe.

Off topic this week, wearing my Cosmographia, one of my favorite scarves.View attachment 5241990

A beautiful choice for you @Forever Orange!

SOTD is Musée. Nothing scary about that, but a lovely scarf in a lovely cw.
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I love your cw of this one @SusieAugusta -- and that lady with the ship on her head is scary if you think of having to actually wear that hat to a costume ball-- THAT would be a horror of a headache!

Provence 31 October in the year of 1894.

The bells of the clock tower has just struck midnight. The little boy stood shivering in the lavender field, its flowers long since withered in the cold autumn. Suddenly the quiet of the night is broken by the sound of horses hoofs thundering on the ground. Out of nowhere a carriage appears, pulled by six black stallions, urged on by the whip from the coachman. It races through the field as if it is chased by the devil itself. Its elaborate lanterns, swinging by the movements of the coach, are casting a dim glow in the night. The boy’s blood turns to ice at the sight of the headless coachman.

This is the first recorded sighting of the carriage. It is rumoured to only be sighted on the night of all hallows eve. Witnesses claim the carriage bears the insignia of the empress dowager Cixi of the Qing dynasty. To this day, it remains a mystery to what happened to the carriage and the unfortunate fate bestowed upon its coachman and why it is haunting the French countryside.

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As a tribute to this weeks theme, I am for my scarf Friday wearing Coup de Gala gavroche with matching lipstick in orange boite.View attachment 5242052

A well told-tale, a beautiful scarf and the perfect lipstick! Home run, @Nahreen!

My new to me Fantaisie Pittoresque, not at all scary in subject matter but deep black and antique gold so a bit spooky in look.

I didn’t know much about the artist, and I’m pretty sure I don’t have any other scarf by him, so did a bit of research:

François Houtin was born in Craon en Mayenne, France in 1950. He has lived and worked in Paris since 1971. He was trained as a landscape architect, and worked on such prominent projects as the renovation of the Jardin des Tuilleries in 1991. It wasn't until 1973 that he learned printmaking from Jean Delpech, and by 1979 he had become a full-time artist known for his highly detailed prints of utopian gardens. His prints mix equal parts of superb draughtmanship, deep appreciation for the history of Classical French landscape architecture, and his own unfettered imagination.

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Gorgeous scarf @paula24jen and thank you for sharing information about the artist with all the garden scarf lovers here...

Today's Ghost Rider in the Sky depiction is the scarf that many of you have already posted for Halloween week. The song describes the riders' faces as being gaunt and their eyes were blurred. Faces don't get much more gaunt nor eyes unseeing than the skeletal rider on his skeletal horse in C'est la Fete. Surrounded as he is by a field of stars, this white apparition is truly a Ghost Rider in the Sky.

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My SOTD is C'est la Fete.

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Just fantastic the way you linked him into your week-long ghost riders story @Redbirdhermes!

“It will be fun they said”, she muttered to herself as her so called friends ran off.
“It’s never fun, I hate Fun Houses… they’re no fun at all. But there’s no way to go but forward, so here I go.”
She went down the darkened hall, feeling with her hands the wall. When she reached an opening, she turned down that way, even though the darkness seemed even heavier.
Suddenly a light flared, and a disembodied arm reached out and grabbed her shoulder.
View attachment 5242199
She screamed, shook it off and ran down the hall. As she walked, she felt something cold and clammy brush against her leg. She looked down and saw a large fish swimming around her, its whiskers twitching
View attachment 5242198
She gave a little squeak and hurried on.
”Oh my gosh, what is this place?!?”, she whispered as she rushed down the dark hall.
The lights flashed on and she heard a terrible roar as she found herself face to face with a huge lion.
View attachment 5242200
She screamed and turned around to run back the way she came when she tripped over something in her way. She fell into a doorway and as she picked herself up all the lights came in and beautiful music began to play. She stood up and found herself in a large room, with chandeliers and statues. As she looked around the room, she noticed in the distance a small stage with words printed below it. She walked up to the stage wondering what the words meant
View attachment 5242201She then glanced up at the stage and saw to her horror a shocking display.

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As she turned to run away, a voice intoned
“To pass in the incision of the floor of the stage”… when the floor opened beneath her and she fell into the blackest of black pit.
Grand Theater Nouveau
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Oh my goodness! You managed to get the hand, the dismembered marionette, the fierce lion and the weird inscription all into your story AND have the happy ending of a beautiful mod shot! Brava @Cookiefiend!

I got my SOTD as a birthday gift. Loved the thoughtfulness, loved the theme (animal charmer!), loved the colorway. But as I delved deeper into the story behind I was a tad horrified.

This design is inspired by 1001 Arabian Nights night#146 - the story of the birds, the beasts and the carpenter. Sounds good so far! Well the tale is about the evil of man (the carpenter lures a lion into a box then burns the lion alive then captures a duck who doesn’t honor Allah).

Not so charming after all.

But I still love this shawl.

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A lot of those tales have a seriously amped up creep factor @Snausages! Beautiful scarf and outfit, though!

Sotd. Art de steppes. You always remember your first right? Orrrr first few in this case haha. My second Hermes scarf purchase bc I just loved the patterns on it.
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Love the grey border on this @Nomad!

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 lovely post and the sleeping baby is just beautiful...an angel as you say @blydia!

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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Ahhhh, beautiful @Agrume. Many congratulations, twin! Many congratulations. It is so happy and colorful and with beautiful borders...

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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@Redbirdhermes-- I don't have a green thumb for houseplants myself so that would be a nightmare. Though the scarf is a dream...

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.
View attachment 5242838
(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...
View attachment 5242849
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?
View attachment 5242842
(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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Oh, well done @turfnsurf -- the cautionary tale we all need but if we are here reading, it is too late for sure! That silken fiber did its work on me for sure and continues to whisper its terrible sweet nothings against all reason... Your C'est la Fete is spectacular in this tie with that top.

I like wearing a CSGM with a sleeveless dress instead of a heavy jacket.
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A great idea @Tasha1 and a beauty of a shawl!

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…

A perfectly told and utterly frightening morality tale! You have my very most favorite cw of this design-- (my sister to yours is in the Colorway Correction Program at the moment). It looks beautiful and the perfect story/scarf combination!

 

[LKBNOLA]

Off topic, and traveling for a week but yesterday I had a delightful scarfie lunch with two lovely and experienced collectors-- got to pore over some serious treasures beautifully photographed in a scarf "book," have fun at the pretty H boutique and check out an actual Real Real store! On my way out of town, these shoes followed me to the car so I kept them... Here's my Folklore triangle, new shoes and the frosty morning I woke up to.