L

V I N G the spooky stories

& sweet silks this week
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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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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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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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