It started about a month ago. I was up visiting a friend in Bellingham (My hometown - or the largest town nearby to where I grew up. Also known as the city of subdued excitement. I'm not kidding) and after we got our hairs did, we had a nice little lunch and ended up doing some shopping.
We were in this adorable, trendy little shop and I was feeling terribly old. And out of style. I decided then and there I needed to update myself somehow. And that somehow was accessorizing.
Truth be told, I suck at accessorizing. I have my ears pierced, twice, yet I never wear earrings. I had a brief tryst with necklaces that came to an abrupt halt when I realized that I didn't want to be strangled by my toddler while trying to be fashionable. I will not wear watches or bracelets because they make my wrists look weird...in particular, they bring attention to my hairy arms (I am convinced they are so hairy because I tried to shave them once when I was 7).
So basically the only accessory I wear regularly is my wedding ring.
For some reason, that afternoon, a little voice in my head said YOU MUST START WEARING SCARVES.
And so it began. Introducing my first scarf.
Since then, I've kind of lost the plot. Old Navy has reasonable, super cute scarves and I can't seem to control myself. Like, at all.
Last count I was at twelve.