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3 Ways to Tie a Silk Scarf

three-ways-to-tie-a-silk-scarf-3three-ways-to-tie-a-silk-scarf-2 The neck scarf—tolerated by flight attendants, beloved by Daphne and worn with a stylish sense of machismo by the perennially cool gaucho—is staging a comeback. Seen tied jauntily around the craning necks of the blogging elite this summer, the bandana lent a sense of borrowed-from-the-cowboys nonchalance to any number of distressed denim shorts and draped t-shirt combos, further popularizing a trend that started on the runways of Prada and Saint Laurent last season.

I, too, succumbed to the casual allure of the bandana, but as temperatures drop and heavier textiles (hello velvet! how do you do faux fur?) start making their way to the front of my closet, I sought a neck scarf that could keep up. So, I tucked away my collection of red and blue cotton squares and tucked into the basket of vintage silk scarves at my favorite local antiques and vintage shop. The aforementioned designers showed their neckwear skinny and monochromatic—a look I love, to be sure—but for this dress I preferred the on-trend ’70s vibe afforded to me by this sherbet-hued silk square. Possibly even better than the Mick Swagger this vintage beauty adds to any look is the versatility with which it can be worn. Here are three simple, chic ways to style a silk scarf.

1. I’ve always loved the look of a brightly colored scarf tied casually to the strap of a leather handbag—extra points if it’s Hermès—so this style was my immediate go-to. This look is carefree, slightly bohemian and easily transferable from outfit to outfit.

three-ways-to-tie-a-silk-scarf-142. Roll the scarf at an angle and knot it loosely around your neck for a Mick Jagger-inspired look that’s as cool as it is retro.

three-ways-to-tie-a-silk-scarf-5 three-ways-to-tie-a-silk-scarf-6 3. Skip the bracelets and wind a scarf around your wrist for a playful take statement jewelry.


Scarf: vintage // Dress: Lush // Bag: Coach // Sunglasses: Ray-Ban via Endless Eyewear // Shoes: Target, old // Necklace: Julie Vos // Bracelets: BaubleBar, Julie Vos, H&M // Nails: Wallis by Butter London


Scarf Print Silk Boho Dress

printed-silk-boho-dress-9printed-silk-boho-dress-4printed-silk-boho-dress-5printed-silk-boho-dress-2printed-silk-boho-dress-7printed-silk-boho-dress-3printed-silk-boho-dress-6printed-silk-boho-dress-1printed-silk-boho-dress-8Dress: Twelfth St. by Cynthia Vincent (sold out, but matching top available here) // Bag: Forever 21 // Earrings: DIYed! // Shoes: Sole Society (old, very similar here) // Sunglasses: Karen Walker

L’esprit de l’escalier, schadenfreude, ennui, l’appel du vide—some über-specific (to borrow again from German) emotions or sensations are more elegantly and efficiently expressed in other languages. The phrase, “Ll’esprit de l’escalier,” for example, translates literally to “staircase wit,” but actually expresses the frustrating experience of thinking of the perfect retort too late. It’s a phrase that would have served Kathleen Kelly well, what with her character-defining inability to “say the exact thing I wanted to say, at the exact moment I wanted to say it.”

Despite a recent proliferation of listicles with titles like 38 Wonderful Foreign Words We Could Use in English or some iteration thereof, there’s one foreign word my friends and I are still seeking. It’s a word that would succinctly and specifically conjure the bitter regret of leaving an article of clothing on a store rack, never to be found again and always to be remembered.

We’ve all had that moment of indecision: you don’t get paid until next week, and you can’t quite decide whether or not that skirt you tried on three different times looks good on you, so you hang it back up and walk away like a responsible grown up. Or so you think.

You go to bed that night still thinking of The Skirt; you spend the better part of the next morning noticing how many things in your closet would look amazing with The Skirt; you start seeing it in cloud formations on your commute back home. And so you do like your mama told you and you go back to buy it because, gosh darn it, you really thought about it and you really love it, but now—tragedy of all retail tragedies—The Skirt is gone. Snapped up by some less wishy-washy buyer. And all you’re left with is this particular brand of regret. In the days following this event, you’ll continue to notice how that pair of heels with that new top would have looked especially good with The Skirt, in some sort of sick, sartorial mutation of phantom limb pain. This, this! is what we need a word for, friends. Polyglots, where you at?!

And so, when I found myself huddled anxiously in a silk-strewn dressing room at Anthropologie a few weeks ago, I knew I needed to buy this dress in order to avoid this nameless non-buyer’s remorse at all costs. It was, of course, on major sale, and I knew in my heart of hearts that I would give this dress a good home. So that’s exactly what I did.