There are few things in life that put a spring in your step quite like a great accessory... Especially when said accessory is something you picked up on a whim at a vintage store in Melbourne for the 'so cheap it's almost robbery' sum of five Aussie dollars. I always knew that a Dior-esque scarf with pink and red and green print framing a stylized saddle and stirrups with gold sparkles in the fabric would make me smile, but I never thought anyone else would like it.
It turns out that I am not the only woman on this planet who thinks a scarf can take an 'I can't be bothered, it's raining outside' outfit from drab to fab. Since leaving the house today my outfit has received the nod of approval from two of my co-workers... And I am pretty sure that my brown v-neck charity shop jersey, skinny jeans and neutral flats combo can't be given any credit.
All credit must go to the scarf... The wardrobe staple that added some oomph to Audrey's classic white shirt in 'Roman Holiday' and kept many a stylista's locks in place while they were riding shotgun next to their James Dean wannabe Beau in a fifties Astin Martin.
Ladies, according to the glossy mags the scarf is making a comeback. I am not talking about the practical, wooly, keep you warm in Winter scarf. I am talking about the pretty chiffon or satin or cotton scarves, the kind that Hermes sells 20,000 of each year and Pucci prints by the bucket load.
A scarf never gets too tight, it never needs to be ironed and it looks as pretty on your head as it does flippantly tied to your handbag. I have a draw full of these little wonder accessories that I have inherited from granny, been given by my mom and even a few that came as free gifts with some UK issues of Glamour in 2004.
Somewhere along the way I was led to believe that a scarf was only to be called upon when the air got a little frosty or not even a GHD could get unruly tresses to behave. Sure, I rocked a scarf or two as a headband at art school but that was kinda expected, my fellow students often neglected to wear matching socks so my fashion choices were hardly the topic of the day.
So, in an attempt to put some purpose to this post I would like to appeal to every fabulous woman out there to fall in love with this classic wardrobe staple all over again. If it was good enough for Marilyn and even Bridget Jones (before Hugh Grant's character turned out to be a twit) then it's good enough for the multi-tasking superwomen of today.
It turns out that I am not the only woman on this planet who thinks a scarf can take an 'I can't be bothered, it's raining outside' outfit from drab to fab. Since leaving the house today my outfit has received the nod of approval from two of my co-workers... And I am pretty sure that my brown v-neck charity shop jersey, skinny jeans and neutral flats combo can't be given any credit.
All credit must go to the scarf... The wardrobe staple that added some oomph to Audrey's classic white shirt in 'Roman Holiday' and kept many a stylista's locks in place while they were riding shotgun next to their James Dean wannabe Beau in a fifties Astin Martin.
Ladies, according to the glossy mags the scarf is making a comeback. I am not talking about the practical, wooly, keep you warm in Winter scarf. I am talking about the pretty chiffon or satin or cotton scarves, the kind that Hermes sells 20,000 of each year and Pucci prints by the bucket load.
A scarf never gets too tight, it never needs to be ironed and it looks as pretty on your head as it does flippantly tied to your handbag. I have a draw full of these little wonder accessories that I have inherited from granny, been given by my mom and even a few that came as free gifts with some UK issues of Glamour in 2004.
Somewhere along the way I was led to believe that a scarf was only to be called upon when the air got a little frosty or not even a GHD could get unruly tresses to behave. Sure, I rocked a scarf or two as a headband at art school but that was kinda expected, my fellow students often neglected to wear matching socks so my fashion choices were hardly the topic of the day.
So, in an attempt to put some purpose to this post I would like to appeal to every fabulous woman out there to fall in love with this classic wardrobe staple all over again. If it was good enough for Marilyn and even Bridget Jones (before Hugh Grant's character turned out to be a twit) then it's good enough for the multi-tasking superwomen of today.
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