Most of the time most of us struggle to make sense of, well, not most, but many things.
But sometimes the universe takes us by the shoulder and points directly at significance. “Here honey, this is what I mean.” The universe may seize its opportunity, and your shoulder, at any point.
For example. I recently bought this scarf from Eric Bompard, the French cashmere company. It’s a very large thing, but I had found the image on their site so compelling.
Unsurprisingly. Because this image graces my living room wall.
What is it about the small room, the out beyond land? I always loved On Beyond Zebra, by Doctor Seuss. The vistas, you know? The still moment.
Her Favorite Time Of Day rests cozily on a Pottery Barn wine holder slash credenza. Oh, the ubiquitous dark wood finish of commercial “British” decor. Nothing cutting-edge, no design quotient whatsoever. Serves a purpose.
The scarf I’ll wear with Isabel Marant zipped jackets, a Gryphon cropped trench, or my grandmother’s Harris tweed. Depending on how it twists, the scarf can read brown, blue, green, or winter white. Practical and yet not really so.
Domestic signifiers have long been the provenance of women. Think about quilting, for example. We pierce the veil even as we affix it to our hair with one too many bobby pins, or shove its length onto our overflowing coat closet shelves.
Note that the pierced veil symbol originated in the Bible, and was then taken up by corporate law in the 20th century.
Landscape shelter cashmere voile scarf via Eric Bompard
Her Favorite Time of day via Lily Stockman, at her blog, bigBANG studio, and her site, Lily Stockman