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

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Off topic, and traveling for a week but yesterday I had a delightful scarfie lunch with a 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.
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Beautiful, lkb! That sounds like the ideal day! How was the trr store? I walked by the one in nyc the other weekend, but didn't stop to go in as my companion would have had no patience or appreciation for such an indulgence. Sigh.
 
Beautiful, lkb! That sounds like the ideal day! How was the trr store? I walked by the one in nyc the other weekend, but didn't stop to go in as my companion would have had no patience or appreciation for such an indulgence. Sigh.
It was an ideal day! TRR: hefty mark-ups, not a lot of H scarf action but a chance to see some really pretty colored H bags! I think the merchandising was nice and someone strolled by with a dog in a carriage all dressed up so there was that...
 
Off topic, and traveling for a week but yesterday I had a delightful scarfie lunch with a 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.
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Your choice of scarf and top reflects the autumn forest and wintery meadow!
 
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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How beautiful Agrume! :love:
L :heart: V I N G the spooky stories :broom:
& sweet silks this week :drool:
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Mine is a cautionary tale that may
(or may not) be true... :graucho:

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...
:spiderweb:

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)! :ghi5:
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!
:wtf::eek::eek::wtf::eek::wtf::eek::wtf::wtf:


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.:hbeat:


Spooky Mr.Bones front & center on C’est la Fete pour Halloween
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Fantastic ‘story’?!?
They say truth is stranger than fiction… I believe this has quite possibly happened to me!
(though I don’t need a bulldozer yet… :giggle:)
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 story!
And a beautiful scarf ❤️❤️❤️
Spooky, cookie. :spiderweb: 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!
Thank you!
I do remember that from that season‘s thread - I got over it because it does tie beautifully! And so many fabulous cw’s… :loveeyes:
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.
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That is incredibly beautiful - truly. ❤️
 
I'm finishing out the week of Ghost Riders in the Sky by returning to the song's cowboy roots with my other colorway of Les Mustangs. This scarf shows cowboys hard at work.

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While Robert Dallet is a great artist, his happy smiling cowboys do not reflect the grit of the job. In 1901 Western artist Charles Marion Russell painted "The Strenuous Life" which better captures the difficulty and danger of the cowboy life.

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When my late FIL (born 1924) was a boy growing up during the Great Depression on his grandmother's farm in Western Minnesota, she had a hired hand who had been a cowboy during the late 1800s. The hired hand gave my FIL this painting (oil on newspaper) that he had done. It was a prized possession of my FIL and hung in his office his entire adult life. DH inherited this painting from his father and it remains a family treasure with real ties to the history of his family.


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The tension and danger shown in this copy of "The Strenuous Life" are genuine. I think of the hard life that these cowboys must have led, and hopefully our old cowboy in the song heeded the warning of the Ghost Riders in the Sky to change his ways.

Yippie-yi-o
Yippie-yi-yay
Ghost riders in the sky

Les Mustangs

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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.
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Beautiful shawl and Stubbs Cinch slippers!
 
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Just last week, I slipped while going down the stairs. I'm usually very careful on the steps because I'm paranoid about falling down. But I needed to go to work and the stairs were freshly mopped, so, despite my cautiousness, I skidded. Luckily my stairs corkscrew, so my rear end only bumped down a few steps before I came to a halt. It reminded me of a dreadful nightmare I once had which had me slipping on a smooth marble floor headed straight for a downward escalator that tossed me onto another marble floor which led to another escalator, ad infinitum. I remember the terror fading into boredom after a while :lol: It ended with me bumping down a curved staircase and my father at the bottom of the stairs asking me where I'd been :rolleyes:
Promenade au Faubourg and its many staircases
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My old office had many stairs and there were many accidental falls over the years. Broken bones and chipped teeth were common, especially after people started walking down the stairs while texting on their cellphones.

My old office also supposedly had many ghosts. Some of the buildings had been around since the 1950s and the oldest were said to be former army barracks. One of my friends claimed that his office was haunted, because the typewriter would have a sheet of typed gibberish in the morning. Another friend never worked weekends or came in first in the morning, because she said a child spirit would appear when there were few people around. Cabbies told me that the stereotypical lady in white would beckon to them from the taxi stand at midnight. And in our radio conty suites in the basement, back in the days of vinyl records and quarter-inch audio tapes, you could record a song, and when you played back the recording, a shriek would be heard drowning out the song.
Wearing Last Night with its turntable and mixer
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How beautiful Agrume! :love:

Fantastic ‘story’?!?
They say truth is stranger than fiction… I believe this has quite possibly happened to me!
(though I don’t need a bulldozer yet… :giggle:)

Wonderful story!
And a beautiful scarf ❤❤❤

Thank you!
I do remember that from that season‘s thread - I got over it because it does tie beautifully! And so many fabulous cw’s… :loveeyes:

That is incredibly beautiful - truly. ❤
Thank you kindly, Cookie !
 
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