Mon 8 Nov 2010
After reading many of the Lost Cowboy posts I suspect there are many people out there trying to figure it all out. When I started out over a year ago, I said that over time you will see a certain sensibility emerge. I hope that is the case. Exactly what that sensibility is, and whether or not it is attractive, I will leave to others to determine.
But what I do know is that people are probably thinking that I like everything. Well, not everything, but I have many interests. Today, at the risk of taking us over a cliff, I would like to share with you a newfound obsession with scarves.
Yes, the piece of knit or fabric you toss around you neck, mostly to stay warm. I have used a scarf for as long as I can remember – mostly for warmth. But in the past couple of years I have come to enjoy scarves as a fashion accessory, even when it is not so cold.
Maybe it is a reaction to my rapidly aging neck or the fact they are trendy, but all of a sudden I am all about the scarf.
Admittedly, this is not a surprise. When I was a kid my mother famously knitted me a scarf for Christmas that matched my new winter coat. She also knitted a mini version of the same scarf and affixed it to stuffed gingerbread man that was pinned to my stocking. Now, some 30 years later, that scarf my mother made is used as a draft stopper under a door in my house and I still hang that stocking with my little friend on it every Christmas Eve.
More recently, my scarf thing was on display for everyone to see when I insisted on wearing a Gryffindor House scarf, ala Harry Potter, for much too long at much too an advanced age.
Fade-in/fade-out a month or so ago I was on line browsing one of this websites that sells designer products by invitation only to “boutiques” and I was attracted to the fun fashion scarves by men’s designer John Varvatos.
I got up my nerve and I purchased a long black scarf for about $80, which was a bargain compared to the retail prices of $170. However, when I received it, I noted that it was like wearing a stretch of medical gauze, like what you might wrap a twisted ankle in. I was not disappointed, but I made a note.
A week or so later, on Columbus Day weekend, there I was with Sophie on our day trip down to Cape Cod and our favorite seaside village of Wellfleet . We had planned to stop at the Wellfleet Drive-In where they hold a flea market on the weekend. We have been to this flea market many times over the years, and although there is a lot of junk, we have often found some great vintage pieces for our various collections.
Sophie was hoping to find a vendor she saw back in September. The vendor made knit scarves. Not the full length kind, but more like the cowl neck attached at the ends that is made to wear around your neck. Sophie bought one before and love it and wanted more, especially because the woman was charging only $5 for these things that were very well made by hand.
Well, the woman was there and Sophie and I bought out the place while telling the vendor that she really should be charging more and setting up shop on Etsy and the like as there are scarves of much inferior a quality going for much more there.
Although the colors and designs were mostly geared towards woman, I purchased one in green that I thought would look amazing with a dark brown suede jacket I have – and it does.
Funny, I am much more satisfied with this purchase than I was with the one from Mr. Varvatos. Mostly because I love supporting the little vendors and the woman was just so happy Sophie and I loved her stuff.