As far as I can remember I’ve always had an obsession with textiles. When I was seven years old I begged my mother to teach me to sew; years before that I fell in love with Spain for their fabulously eclectic patterns and vivid colours (so much so that I attempted to teach myself Spanish at the age of six. I remember nothing). So when I saw this beautiful Crepe de Chine scarf by Rockins I once again fell in love. It was so delicate and perfect that I wanted to have a piece of that in my wardrobe. Almost as if it would be a source of pride. Plus, the backstory behind the company is pretty cool too:
Recieving the scarf was pretty much underwhelming. Maybe it was the $67 in additional duties I had to pay, or maybe it was the 2×4 box it came in, but it just felt like I was holding the $10 skinny scarf I’d gotten from Zara the week before.
Still, it’s nice to have a piece of what I consider history, and a testament to someone’s achievement, someone’s hard work, and someone’s willingness to create something from nothing.
It will still hang in my closest, and I will still look at it with adoring eyes the way I do the rest of my clothing, but it’s a reaffirmation to me that style cannot be bought, and it might have meant a whole lot more if I was one of those friends they were made for.
