These four favourites, freshly washed, ironed and about to go back into that how didn’t I notice colour coded drawer of scarves, are aside the wonderful fish net pattern from an epic mob in Newcastle, are all vintage finds, rayon on the left and right,  arcing , geographically from Las Canarias to Istanbul, and a silk English paisley centre left.  Yes, there is a small hole in what I think might have once been a souvenir from Istanbul, but for something round about my age this is a mark of honour.  A wet five days in a row can make one go a bit Kondo.