- 26″ X 74
- Cotton/modal mix
- Hand-rolled edges
- Hand wash or dry clean only
- Steam or Iron
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.
She lifts the files from the stack on her desk and skims over the documents, expertly cutting through the pile until the last one is put away. Stretching back on the chair, her eyes fall on the silk scarf that is tied loosely over her black dress and she is transported back to Frida's Land with the vivid colors. The vibrant hues of the Mexico inspired scarf, brighten up her day and her spirits and a smile unfolds at the thought of her carefree days in the relaxed surrounding. She picks up her travel bag and heads to the door, with a light step, the scarf catching the wind and blowing in the cool wind, ready for warm days.
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.
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 would always be close to her heart.
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.
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.
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.