Dear Scarves,

[actual scarves I just bought from Cheeky Vintage Closet]

Dear Scarves,

I don't know what's come over me. For so long, I guess I just assumed you were for wearing on one's head, and that was it. I could rock a babushka with the best of them, sure, but at work? Or out on the town? Never.

But then I discovered the sheer (NPI) joy of wearing you almost as a necklace: loosely tied, draped about my neck, not covering my best assets, but enhancing them with a lovely pattern or splash of color. I could wear my grey v-neck t-shirt every day and no one would be the wiser if I had a different scarf (until I started to smell, I guess).

What I'm trying to say is: I love you. Forever. I look forward to many years of good times.

Love,
Anna