On the eve of my #@! birthday, I did something which only reaffirmed that my mind is rolling ever closer to its expiration date. I lost something. Truth be told, I have been losing track of my belongings for some time, since Madonna was happily married- to Sean Penn. Of all my misplaced items, the one thing I miss most was a Missoni scarf. It was a consignment store find, a mint condition piece at a "pinch me" price. The colors were of signature Missoni vibrance, and the thin silk knit an uncommon material for the famed fashion house. I never failed to attract admiring looks and comments whenever I wore it. If you've ever worn anything that made you feel as if Kate Moss should move over on the cover of Vogue, you'll know what I mean. I returned to the restaurant in which I last had it in my possession multiple times to no avail. Losing that scarf spawned in me a Missoni obsession. Since then, I have been on a constant search for a facsimile that would soften the sting of my loss. So here are the latest fruits of my search for those distinctive patterned knits that are oft imitated but never matched.
Still, whenever I'm cruising the sidewalks of New York, I find my eyes lingering on every colorful scarf I pass, wondering if it could be THE ONE. As my boxing trainer will attest, pity to the lucky and opportunitstic soul who found and kept my little treasure. BTW, I apologize for the long hibernation since my last post. LSL promises to share her silly passions in more frequent and regular bytes.
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