HERMES 90cm SILK SCARF - TEA FOR TWO
by JONATHAN BURTON
I do not like tea. Never have. The dislike evolved to odium after complications from wisdom teeth surgery (I'll spare you the details, suffice to say taste aversion is a thing). So when this scarf came out I avoided it like the plague. But... I do love me a good hem, and I really only have one black scarf. And I love black and red. I started looking at the details in this design.
If you've spent any time on this site, you know I love a cheeky scarf. And Jonathan Burton has a lot of cheek going on here! While the whole Rube Goldberg can be followed step-by-step, I first noticed the bunny going boing (and really, who doesn't love a good boing), then the cranky cat, then the dragon heating the tea. But what really sold me was the puppy in our heroine's arms (it looks so confused).
From the Hermes Story Behind:
Tick-tock... the clock chimes four and Jonathan Burton's superheroine needs her tea with magic vitamins if she wants her helmet to grow wings. She just needs to insert a token and click, trot, clack, boing, the infernal machine starts up, its drive shaft made of a jumble of mechanical parts. Don't laugh, it operates like clockwork ad is much more reliable than a pinball machine. Of course, now and again it needs the helping paw of a fat, grumpy cat who hates to be woken up, or the more responsive assistance of an astronaut and his horse. What a contraption!
If you've spent any time on this site, you know I love a cheeky scarf. And Jonathan Burton has a lot of cheek going on here! While the whole Rube Goldberg can be followed step-by-step, I first noticed the bunny going boing (and really, who doesn't love a good boing), then the cranky cat, then the dragon heating the tea. But what really sold me was the puppy in our heroine's arms (it looks so confused).
From the Hermes Story Behind:
Tick-tock... the clock chimes four and Jonathan Burton's superheroine needs her tea with magic vitamins if she wants her helmet to grow wings. She just needs to insert a token and click, trot, clack, boing, the infernal machine starts up, its drive shaft made of a jumble of mechanical parts. Don't laugh, it operates like clockwork ad is much more reliable than a pinball machine. Of course, now and again it needs the helping paw of a fat, grumpy cat who hates to be woken up, or the more responsive assistance of an astronaut and his horse. What a contraption!
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