Every time I watch an old movie or Perry Mason, I yearn to be like the women who have some sort of stole casually wrapped around their shoulders.
Ahem, I said shoulders!
This is what I look like in my imagination…only blonde, of course.
Technically, I already have a stole in a traditional liturgical/academic sense. It is the velvet front panel of my doctoral regalia. But I can’t fling it over my shoulders. Well I could. But people would really stare at me more than they do already.
The other night, The Mister and I went to a closing reception for a big art exhibition. It had been quite warm during the day but the temperature was starting to drop in the late afternoon yet it was still too warm for a coat. I considered wearing a velvet shawl/cape/giant scarf I had made eons ago but felt it was a bit too dressy for this affair. I opted for my basic cardigan but left it in the car when we arrived.
We were there for about 15 minutes when She walked in. A beautiful woman –in her late 70’s or early 80’s–and she was wearing a yellow stole that coordinated with her “ladies who lunch” suit. It wasn’t an animal-based stole, so it was perfect for the occasion. It wasn’t knitted but it was definitely a yarn of some sort fluffed up and attached to a satin base. From just being able to adore the stole from across the room, I would put it at a 1950’s vintage. (I have hunted high and low for a picture of it and haven’t even come close.)
And, of course, she had it draped casually over one shoulder (*swoon*).
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