- 11″ x 11″
- Silk twill
- Rolled edges
- Dry clean only
- Steam or iron at silk setting
The airport lounge is packed with travelers, some weary and some with excitement reflected in their eyes. Sipping her coffee, she lightly wraps the silk scarf a little closer to her neck. She had worn the scarf as a wrap for her swimsuit yesterday and as a halter at her farewell party afterwards. The decorated elephants on the scarf will always remind her of the land she had come to love. Her home for a few months, Thailand will always be close to her heart.
He hands his car keys to the valet and steps on the dock for the evening cruise. Picking up a glass of champagne, he spots a colleague and strolls over to say hello. The silk pocket square tucked in his blazer looks stylish but still nonchalant. He doesn’t have the time to stress over what he’s wearing; matching his shirts to his accessories takes time that he does not have. But ever since he discovered the collection of art pocket squares, getting dressed is a breeze. It’s always easy to find the one that will complement any shirt in his closet. A perfect finishing touch.
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A whispered memory resonates within her as she wraps a luxurious silk scarf around her shoulders. Yin and Yang, fire and water, opposites but completing each other, their duality integrating into a whole. She thinks of him as he had gently placed the scarf around her before he had left, with a promise to return. The blue and red manes of the painted horses in the Art Scarf tie up at the ends in a perfect knot and she is pleased with her appearance. A candlelit dinner for two, soft music in the background and she is ready as the doorbell chimes.
As she waits for her plane to board, she reflects on how much she loves the feel of the painted silk twill draped around her neck. The intricate pattern in the equine scarf reminds her of the Henna drawn on her hands. It takes her back to last week, the festivities steeped in tradition, the abundance of food, the invigorating music and dancing, and mostly the sheer joy of being a part of an Indian wedding. What a perfect parting gift from her friend- this scarf. Though the henna on her hands has already started to fade,her happy memories come rushing back every time she wears her accessory.
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The myriad of colors in the silk is strikingly beautiful as she ties her scarf around a straw hat and dons her colorful accessory to protect against the sweltering heat of the Indian sun. The scenic beaches of Goa are beyond her expectations and the soft sand feels like powder as she wiggles her feet deeper in it. A day spent sunbathing by the sparkling waters, she slips on a pair of loose linen pants, unties the silk scarf, and folds the hat into her bag. She now wears the painted scarf halter style, and is ready for the evening ahead as she strolls towards the soft strands of the guitar nearby.
The early morning sun bounces off the steel skyscrapers and she quickens her pace matching the ever moving bustle of the city. The square scarf tied as a turban today is matched with the earrings she picked up in the village over the weekend. The pastels in the painted scarf are perfect for this weather and she loves the touch of brightness in the red and blue pattern. She swings by at her favorite coffee shop to pick up a latte and then she is on the go again. Stopping for a quick chat with the doorman who ushers her in, she continues on her way confidently, ready to begin her day.
She steps out on the deck of the ship in her scarf tied Jackie O style, and feels the sea breeze on her upturned face. The brilliant blue of the water matches her silk accessory almost to the perfect shade. It had been a thoughtful gift from her mother as she embarked on her adventure and the galloping horses painted on the scarf had instantly appealed to her sense of adventure. Leaning on the rail, the scarf flutters in the wind as she watches the hypnotic motion of the waves and feels content in the moment, awaiting the journey ahead.
The cafe has long been a favorite for them and she sits there absentmindedly twirling the end of her silk scarf around her neck. It had been a long road and it seemed eons ago, or maybe just yesterday, when she sat here alone and a dashing stranger had stopped by and asked to join her. She wonders if he remember, she had worn this painted silk that fateful day. She considered it her good luck charm, with the little red and blue Buddha pattern lining the edge. Smiling, she takes out a matching pocket scarf and tucks it in his jacket pocket and he laughs and leans over to give her a kiss, leaving her in no doubt of his memories.
A lunch date with the girls, a perfect way to spend her one free afternoon. She checks her reflection in the store window as she walks by, and gives a satisfied smile. The beige silk of her Art Scarf folded and draped over her rust colored shirt pairs perfectly with her favorite tailored denim and suede blazer. She loves the way the henna pattern of the scarf and the rolled rust hem contrasts against the solid colors of her shirt and blazer. Stepping through the glass doors, she enters the cozy bistro and is greeted by a wave of hands; she walks over eager to rejoin her quartet, her pinot noir already waiting.
A land steeped in mystery for the visitor with exotic tales at every step. She uses the head scarf to cover head and bare shoulders as she enters the caves, glad that her sister had the fortitude to give her the beautiful silk before her journey. She loved the young price painted on her scarf and she holds him close to her heart as she steps forward to new discoveries.