It is too hot today, my minds are somewhere else, far long away from here, in beautiful oriental country India. I love this scarf, I got it as a gift from one really special person.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
written by J. R. R. Tolkien
I foundthese picturesfrom last summer, I lovethecombination ofturquoise on necklaceand redcoralbracelet,threadlikecasualshirtsand skirtson thewaves...