Benvenuto to the space beneath the virtual dusty rafters. Today, you find La in a wistful mood.
That’s because I’ve just returned from Ryantown.
Ryantown (which bears little resemblance to Smugtown, home to La’s occasional juiced-up alter ego, Smuggy McSmugginson, after she’s tracked down a bargain) in East London is inhabited by the incomparable Rob Ryan — poet, dreamer, artist extraordinaire.
Rob’s recently added another string to his bow and — for my lira — possibly the most exciting one thus far.
We’ve barely touched on the topic of scarfage here at the virtual palazzo thus far. Suspect this is because every time I contemplate a scarfalista post, I’m crippled by the fear that words will fail me. La loves scarves like Tony Abbott loves Alan Jones. Possibly more.
(And not just because they’re a more effective and comfy way than this to hide an encroaching turkey neck.)
Which leads me to Rob’s handiwork.
And the best thing is, this amazing necksheath is a whopping great 2.5m x 73cm. La bigger, la better.
He’s also done some smaller ones in three different colourways — too cute by half.
Smallies are $135, and the misty-making big one is $205 from misterrob on etsy. Silk, and made by some impoverished ladyfolk at an Indian co-operative, so good for both the wattle and the conscience.
While we’re in Ryantown, let’s take a wistful look at some of Rob’s other laser-cut and screen-printed masterpieces.
‘Can We? Shall We?’ hangs, hopefully, above the Trivialista-Seriousimo marital bed.
And — at the risk of over-sharing — this one srsly, srsly makes los ovaries ache.
Come on softies, join me on the count of three for one enormous collective cyber*sigh*.