When I say Ho, you say Bo...

I'd like to introduce you to my new, most favorite thing...  My Hobo Scarf!!!  I love it!!!  Actually, love may not cover it.  I want to rush out and spend a ton of money that I don't have so I can remake my entire wardrobe solely around this scarf.  If I were a pair of boots, I would court and marry this very scarf.  

I'm wearing it RIGHT NOW.  And I will keep on wearing it-- EVERY DAY-- until the Florida sun threatens to set fire to my neck.  Did I tell you that I love it?

I used different textures, sizes and colors of yarn.  I also decorated it with beads.  The beads are great.  GREAT!!  They click when I walk.  Click, click...

The Hobo is actually an easy rendition of my used-to-be favorite scarf...

...my Hippie Scarf.   Until Hobo wrapped its beautiful self around my neck, the Hippie was my most favorite accessory.  

Hippie was actually meant to be a throw for my couch.  It became a scarf after I realized I needed like- I don't know- 800 more of these squares.  I grew weary and a bit chilly, so a scarf it became!

Believe it or not, Hippie gets a lot of comments.  I've had several people ask if I'd sell it or make them one like it.  I joke that I would't sell it for a thousand bucks!  I may make you one for $1000.00, but you'd have to give me a 50% deposit and sit tight for about six months two years.  I'm thinking most people would pass up such a bargain.  People, people.    

Here are a few shots of some of my favorite squares...

I've made my fair share of boring scarves.  The Grey Scarf is plain, but I wear it a good bit.  I made it before leaving for Africa last year to wear on the plane.  I really dig the chunky yarn.  It's fun.  

I've never worn these particular scarves together, but I have been known to wear more than one scarf at a time.  I do love a good wrap-around-the neck.  I wear them so much that I feel almost naked when I'm  not wearing one... or two.  

So if you're out and about, and you hear a strange clicking sound coming from my way, rest assured that we have not adopted the odd language of the African clickers.  It's just Hobo clicking away, singing its song; and according to a very reputable internet site on African clicking,  the clicks may very well be a perfect translation of 

"When I say Ho, you say Bo... HO...bo...HO...bo..."