A Touch of Class
Ivy League and Burberry go hand-in-hand, or so it always seemed to me when I moved to New York, a fresh-faced, Midwestern college girl. To me, a headband was an ugly plastic thing that made your ears stick out.
Headbands give me a headache, and it took me about a hundred years to realize that if you buy more expensive headbands, you're also buying comfort. And, of course, you're buying style.
In New York, they were (and are) always made out of some elegant material and the girls at school seemed to have a color for every outfit. Remember Hillary Clinton and her fantastic headband collection? I fully expected to see it on display when she was slated to give our commencement address. She canceled at the last minute and we were stuck with the college president. I've always held a grudge.
Burberry tan check always reminds me of rain and snow (probably because of their classic trench coats and scarves). But it also reminds me of fall air, the crisp step of college sophomores running to class, laughter and joy, and the feeling of promise we all felt then. Beautiful, stylish, invincible.