I have wanted to start a series that we can occasionally put up called “Friends Don’t Let Friends Wear…”  I think it will be fun, but want to make one disclaimer.  I am not doing this to be snooty.  I am not going to poke fun at what an individual is wearing.  I only want to expose some of the hidden jokes inherent in the fashion choices we make.  Hopefully, it will keep us from falling for silly trends, help our friends from doing the same, gain a little insight into aesthetics, and provide a few laughs.   Hope you enjoy.

This is quite the pricey little Malene Birger Bellisho scarf selling for $125.  This brings to mind the story of a fancy shmancy socialite and her pet rattle snake, Bingo.  They were constant companions, accompanying each other to gala’s and fundraisers for stray cats. They were BFF’s because, in spite of their seeming philanthropy, shared a common venomous disposition toward the world.  She showed him off like a thoroughbred, wearing him around her neck.  Bingo became tired of being “the accessory” so one day left her for an even snootier heiress who promised to give him his day in the sun. He left behind only a moulted layer of skin.  She was so struck with grief she wore the hollowed, leathery, scales to her grave.

The end.

Friends don’t let friends wear snakeskin scarves.