“I had 57 scarves, I got rid of 10,” My sister Madeline admitted, when we discussed the need to purge items from our wardrobes we weren’t wearing. While I haven’t counted, and don’t think I have nearly that many, I share my sisters’ and mother’s addiction to scarves. And even if spring is slowly starting to warm the days, I find myself reaching for a scarf every time I leave the house. It’s cold in the early morning, then warmer, and then cold again.
I remember when we toured the University of Chicago years ago with one of our sons and the tour guide advised that scarves provided essential protection against the Lake Michigan winds. My mother has always insisted scarves bring attention away from the middle and toward the face. I like them in all sizes and colors: wool and cashmere in winter, and silk all the time.
When I taught, I wore a scarf every day to match my outfit, a habit my sister, who also teaches, follows. We sometimes pick the outfit to match the scarf. One can never obsess enough when it comes to scarves.
I lost a treasured one this winter. A cowl I knit from imported cashmere, must have slipped off my lap in a taxi and I didn’t notice- until it was too late. I was heartbroken. It wasn’t a simple pattern but one that involved loops and laces; why couldn’t it have been a store-bought generic one? Alas.
After I published Tangerine Tango, my sister bought me this scarf. Great for book talks!
It’s Autism Awareness Day and the color code is Blue. I have the perfect scarf!
What about you? Do you collect an item of clothing? Share your fashion passion!