indie boys are neurotic

I have become a wearer of scarves.

I am not entirely sure how this happened to me. You remember me, the one who for years first bemoaned the very existence of scarves as entirely unnecessary, then scoffed at them as pretentious? Well lately, about 100 years after the rest of the world has been artfully draping silky or nubbly or diaphanous ribbons around their swan throats, I have been finding myself eyeing up the scarf racks that festoon every store from boutiques (although they would only have two in the store, of course) to drugstores.

I test drove the style first, wearing scarves to a couple of concerts recently. It was a pretty safe thing to do, akin to wearing camouflage, as scarves have been an integral part of the indie kid uniform the world over for the past several years. No one stared, no one whispered behind their hand.

Today I wore a scarf while running errands. With a rock pin nonetheless. I may have created a monster.

Don't be surprised if you see me wearing one of these some day soon.