I’ve had a ‘thing’ about scarves for very many years. Some silk, some cotton, some woollen. Some are ancient and, especially the silk ones, have got rather threadbare in places. But, they bring back memories of either where they were bought or who bought them for me.
Back in the 1990s a young lad came up to me in the school corridor and said ‘I like your style miss – you always wear nice colourful scarves!’ He shall be nameless, but I hope that somewhere he’s achieved his dream of being a hairdresser. Maybe he’s a fashion designer now – he certainly had an eye for colour.
Catalogue of Scarves
Silk scarves escaping from a shelf
fall with a cascade of thoughts
and years of memories.
Fiery shades bought to lift spirits
on a winter’s day.
Business-like greys and blacks
to convey confidence.
Sea-green shot with blue for calm days,
lilac or purple when feeling my age.
Some have a touch of the orient
bought in Bradford.