This Who What Wear post (the royal blue jean look), and the following images rekindled my affection for the neckerchief.

Mint. Green. Acne. Sweater.

Head to Toe Scarf. Celine. Resort 2013.

Me. June. 2012.

When I began collecting (and wearing scarves) in High School, I was all about the “neckerchief,” which probably had something to do with my Jawbreaker wardrobe obsession. I still have the very first one I experimented with too– a little leopard print Nicole Miller square. I killed Liz. I killed the teen dream. Deal with it.

My neck scarf love turned to loathe when I made the monumental mistake of “rushing” at an SEC school during my first freshman year of college (I didn’t fail; I transferred to a liberal arts college, and most of my credits did not transfer with me. Do over). I’m not really sure WTF I was thinking; I’d never rolled with a lady wolfpack before, but I was 17, and I assumed that boys liked Greek gals, so I gave it a shot. Vom. I showed up on day one with my neckerchief artfully tied, thinking I’d be one in a thousand(s). Wrong. They were everywhere. I mean everywhere. I’m talking one out of three necks baby. I’ll never forget that feeling. I would rather stick out like a sore thumb, than look like a sartorial sheep. Needless to say, I gave them up… until today. FYI, I’ll be giving that Celine tie job a go at some point.

 

My latest Stylemint acquisition. It appeared to be orange on the site, but is really red.

Images: Me, Jak & Jil, Because I’m Addicted

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