Several years ago, my Artsy brother gave me this scarf, in hues of aqua, purple, mustard and olive.
Etro’s got good High WASP credentials, to be sure. My culture has long outsourced passion and color to our Mediterranean neighbors. e.g., Room With A View. But at the time of the gift I wore mostly navy blue. With white accents for drama, alternating with dramatic black and gray.
I’ll pause while you chortle.
This year my brother’s scarf has proved itself prophetic, a sign of things to come.
Let’s start with a cautious foray into J. Crew purples. Floral, then gingham. See the collar under a black sweater? That was my first day in the new job, October 2011. When I say cautious I’m not kidding.
I didn’t know I was heeding the scarf’s call when I bought an olive J. Crew Field Jacket. One never recognizes the first signs of visions realized. J. Crew was my fuffy, my adventurous friend holding my hand. Yet more purple followed, this time in cashmere. A little sky blue for good measure. Sky blue and turquoise are aqua’s cheerful friends.
If we imagine all this an actual prophesy, the Sibyl, a cave mouth, and all, the pairing of Isabel Marant’s off-purple jacket with a sky-blue striped shirt was well-nigh oracular. As was the entirely-too-much-purple pattern-mixing outfit below. Perhaps I made a quizzical face foreseeing that some day future Lisa would make me into an Internet paper doll. We do not always welcome prophesy.
This recently-acquired camel coat asserted the final color note, civilizing mustard if you will. Let us imagine turquoise earrings swinging like tiny incense holders. Or not. By the way, turns out even rational people like Dani find color guidance in their scarves.
So was this story…
Here’s the thing. I didn’t realize that I was dressing like my scarf until I was 2/3 way through. So I think of this process as predicted, rather than inspired. You may own something right now, something ready to tell a story. You may be more aware than I, and know exactly what it is.