Today was a revelation. I was wearing a flimsy, silky little scarf, a fave that I picked up at Marks'n'Spencer a few years ago. Mr Specimen dropped in to pick up ... derrrr ... specimens ... & brought up the tragic topic of Isadora Duncan. Did you know? Oh gosh! It's so sad! She was killed by her billowing, wafting, extremely long scarf. And that wasn't the worst of it - the Death by Scarf was the end of a horribly sad life. Check out her profile on Wikipedia. Her life was like something out of a Hollywood blockbuster. Poor woman. So, I tied my scarf a bit closer to my neck and avoided convertibles today.