The first college I attended had an excellent writing program, and somehow most of the kids in it began wearing scarves as a kind of identity badge. I posted on that back in 2013, but am now reflecting on a later incarnation, once I had relocated to New England.
In the intervening years, I had discovered the glories of silk, a fabric I had been taught was expensive and somehow beyond our means. What I found instead was how marvelous it felt to the touch and how warm its lightness could be in winter here or how well it breathed in warmer weather. And then I picked up a few brightly patterned ones that were scarves. They were a stylish touch to my otherwise nearly Plain wardrobe and made a definite impression, often eliciting favorable comments.
But then, when I remarried, they vanished into my stepdaughters’ collections. Fine enough.
The other day, though, I flashed on the thought I could really use those again – they do hold the heat in cold weather – or cold rooms, especially.
So I’m on the lookout. This should be fun, picking up a couple or more.
Now, as for my necktie collection? When’s the last time I’ve even worn one? Will I ever wear one again?