I am not entirely sure when or how it happened.
But I must confess to you, dear internet, that I have an obsession.
A specific fashion fixation.
And that problem’s name is… scarf.
Today, I heart scarves.
But it was a love that started slowly… an inferno that took years to build into a blaze.
I used to think of them as your go-to winter fare… you know, something fleece and long and cozy that your mom would bundle you up in as a child. I could take or leave them. I might have owned one or two super basics that were stashed away with the knit hats and galoshes… accouterments for the extreme, not the mundane and not the daily.
A couple years ago, I gave scarves a try again. You know, just something cute but warm to get me through a chilly fall day. I picked a couple up while traveling or was given them as gifts.
Isn’t that how it always starts? Innocent… until you realize that you have more scarves than shoes?
And so, my love grew.
Suddenly, I was no longer wearing them for below freezing weather or to compensate for short hair.
No, I was flagrantly throwing them on in the spring and early summer. Tossing one around my neck just for style or fun. Grabbing a scarf because it just felt good and right.
There was even a time or two that I convinced myself the weather-man was lying. “Naw,” I thought, “it looks MUCH colder than 73 out there today… I should grab a scarf just in case.” Better safe than sorry was my conscious self-delusion, clearly nothing more than self-satisfying justification for excessive scarf-ing.
And then there were patterns, textures, a variety of weights and materials and finishes.
There were “fancy evening” scarves, and “casual-sporty” scarves, and “you might as well have some sort of fuzzy wild animal around your neck” scarves.
Shapes and colors and styles that I previously didn’t know existed were suddenly gaping holes in my soul… requirements for my wardrobe and essentials for the happiness of my neck.
Who was I to deny the needs of my body?
And that is the short story of how it happened… Of how I became a scarf person.
I am not sure if there is any going back from here.
I think I will just embrace it… be that girl.
The one with all the scarves.
(At least it makes buying me b-day presents SUPER easy!)
God save me if I ever teach myself to knit.