What's on my mind today it's what used to be on every well-dressed head, or around every fashionable neck. I miss scarves.
I've tried to wear the new styles. Really I have but I end up feeling like a child with my tablecloth superhero cape tied on backward. Too much scarf not enough style.
Style, sweet housewives, is a thing to be strived for... stroved for? For which to be strived? Striven? Style is peachy.
You should try your best to get some.
Nothing gives you instant style like a lovely scarf. Not just the print, but the fabric, the designer, the way you wear it and in this case, the vintage.
Consider the classic mystery and elegance of a scarf worn ala Jackie O:
Or the carefree jauntiness of a kerchief. (Bless you… you know because it sounds like a sneeze? Trust me, Donut, that’s hilarious)
Or the flirtatious flip of a fifties style neck scarf (Don't look so self conscious Tallulah, everything goes with basic black)
Or the I am woman hear me accessorize boldness of a Rhoda scarf around the head.
Scarfs can cover a multitude of sins.
While others just are sins. See above, Rhoda scarf.)
Really. It was kinda cute on her. Once.
But all the time? What was she, a friggin gypsy?
Scarves can tell a lot about who we are but they can also tell the world where we have been:
They can add a touch of color or hide a hickey... I don't know how I know that, I think I read it somewhere.
My favorite finds are these -
The World's Fair because of the wonderful images and also I found it just before a trip to NYC where I wore it tied to my purse.
It was fun and helped my friends spot me in a crowd. (This was also the trip where I wore a gorgeous vintage typewriter pin and when an editor asked me where I got it, this sentence just flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself: “I stole it off a dead secretary.”
I wonder why my career hasn’t taken off like wildfire?
Well, it’s not for a lack of style, sweet housewives, I’ll tell you that. Not with a drawer full of scarves like this new one:
Isn’t it just divine. (And I don’t mean in that dead secretary gone to heaven kind of way)
Also it has a message dear to my heart as my darlin’ hubby is named Irving.
(Of course not, it’s Bob. Again, my imagination does me a disservice!)
No matter, I can’t wait to find the perfect way to wear it. Not sure how it will be but you can bet you sweet bippy it won’t be Rhoda style.