Once upon a morning dreary, I craved ice cream, weak and weary,
I wanted Mrs. Curl’s ice cream galore.
I grabbed my scarf, mad-dash running, and the scarf, quickly tying,
In record time arriving, to a large “CLOSED” sign on the door.
It was summer when I visited the shop before -
quoth the season, “Nevermore!”
I’ve been on a huge Poe kick lately, guys.
The (lovely, talented, and amazing) ladies at Scarves.net just launched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Scarf, and I’m lucky recipient number three! Similar the books and movies, the traveling scarf will be passed around from blogger to blogger. After it reaches it’s fifteenth blogger, the scarf will return back to the Scarves.net office for hibernation (apparently thick winter scarves don’t like summer).