Midnight Crow's Feather Scarf

Back in the holler, Granny used to sit on her porch at sundown, rockin slow and listenin for the crows flyin home. You’d hear ’em before you’d see ’em, wings cuttin the wind, soft and sure. By the time they settled in the treetops, the whole sky had slipped into a deep, quiet black, the kind of dark only the Ozarks truly know. One stray feather might drift down, black as coal and light enough to vanish if you took your eyes off it.

That’s the spirit stitched into the Midnight Crow Feather Scarf.

Crocheted from plush chenille yarn darker than stove soot, this scarf wraps you up like nightfall on a ridge, warm like a hug. The stitches run smooth and calm, like repetitive wing flaps overhead. And that fringe? Looks like a whole handful of crow feathers gathered from the forest floor, each strand soft and loose with a life of its own.

This set ain’t flashy, ain’t fussin, and sure ain’t pretendin. It’s bold in a quiet way, strong without showin off, made for folks who don’t mind bein a little mysterious themselves.

Wear it, and you’ll carry a piece of Ozark midnight wherever you wander, soft crow feathers, high ridge shadows, and all.