I know they're just a hunks of hemmed fabric, of a certain length, depending on how they will be worn, but I love them. Any time I see someone wearing a scarf, even a simple one, it draws my eye. It’s known as “the allure of scarving.” I just made that up.
In the photo are some of my faves. Each one comes with a story. A short story. Real short. Like that green one with the lacy edges. I bought it locally last year shopping with my sisters right after my first book signing. I couldn’t just go home, had to go somewhere, and I’d heard of Great Finds; a relatively new store right in Valatie. When Wendy held it up, noting how pretty it was, I had to have it. Perfect for Christmas Eve. She bought the nutty brown one.
Friends and family give me scarves. The one with the silver bling belonged to my Mom as did the black and gold one right next to the green. Someone may have given them to her. Traveling scarves! Yeah, that’s what they are. Boy, I’ll bet they have some humdinger bottom of the drawer stories. And when my granddaughters pull them over their shiny hair to play dress up – Senorita Rita, anyone? – it makes me giggle. So darn cute.
Scarves, it seems, belong exclusively to the cooler / colder months. That could be why I love them, too. Autumn is upon us and I have several “hunks of hemmed fabric” all in the bright array of autumn. Sometimes I just hold them up to the light loving the play of colors as I swoosh them around. They add a touch of elegance to any ensemble (say it with a French accent to get the full affect). Oh, and I can’t leave out the good wool scarves that get tucked inside the winter jackets and coats to ward off cruel winter. Even occasionally to wipe a drippy nose. Okay! Not too often does that happen. But it could save you some embarrassment should you run into Johnny Depp on the ski slopes, know what I’m sayin’? On the other hand, he might take off his pirate scarf and offer it to you. And you wouldn't be too much in awe to use it, right? Right?
Someone who reads this blog sports a BOS (bright orange scarf) on her own home page. I. Love. It. My red one over at the far end of the spectrum there, is similar. It’s so long you could whip it off your neck and set a picnic on it at noon. Or wrap it around your waist when you feel like jumping on the table for an impromptu Flamenco Dance. It could easily be stretched into a whole, though skimpy, dress should the outfit you wore to work catch fire when you tell the boss you’ll have your report in by noon. That liar, liar, pants on fire thing can catch you unawares. Thank God you wore a scarf today!
I could go on and on about scarves, but maybe you'd like to offer your two cents. How about it?