En route to a cafe today, I grabbed my new-to-me vintage coat and orange scarf without worry. It’s orange tone was once compared to that of a sunset on a flight crossing the Atlantic. The deep blue sphere is placed somewhere at the bottom, with muted yellow stripes that move through the scarf, as if they’re slashing past an aformentioned sunset. It’s pattern barely compares to it’s soft texture. It wraps twice with ease; three times with a good tug.
A scarf most days of the week is my normal. An accumulation of vintage ones and those that belong to small brands, take up most of my collection. I’ve come to rely on them like a child with a blanket, in many respects. The comfort and ease in which my body moves with one can not be matched. Unsurprisingly so, I’ve held off on thinking of it’s wear outside of my own body.
I’ve looked for a curtain for the window in my kitchen over the last two years. It wasn’t an active search, nothing for this apartment in-particular is. It was the late night on-occasion, window shopping when I scraped up a few hours to do-so kind of search. I sent an email to a friend about custom ones, once, convinced that that was the route this room needed to take. Soon after, there was the time I stuck a blanket up for good measure.
Maybe, I wasn’t the curtain kind of person? That test failed. I am a curtain person though, through and through. It just takes me a good minute
years to decide.
Along with my orange scarf, an off-white one showed up on my stoop. It felt like butter and reminded me of all the vintage homes I have saved on Pinterest with their terra cotta, plaster and towering trees.
For larger windows, I love the idea of adding more scarves. And if necessary, folding the scarf over and stitching it to create a small loop for a curtain rod of some sort.
Have you tried this at home before?
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