Stevie Nicks has never met a shawl she doesn’t like. It’s one her many fantastic qualities, which — in accordance with a totally pleasant new interview with Rolling Stone — additionally embrace proudly owning a flip cellphone, writing Game Thrones poetry, and contemplating Harry Styles the son she by no means had. Anyway, shawls! Sheffield requested her the place she retains all them and:
I’ve my scarf vault — they’re all in temperature-controlled storage. I’ve these big purple circumstances Fleetwood Mac purchased, all the best way again in 1975 — my garments are saved in these circumstances. All my classic stuff is protected for all my little goddaughters and nieces. I’m attempting to provide my shawls away — however there’s 1000’s them. If I ever write my life story, possibly that needs to be the identify my ebook: There’s Enough Shawls to Go Around.
After studying the phrase “scarf vault” prompted each single synapse in my mind to mild up in pure ecstasy, I spotted I needed one factor in life: to be locked inside Stevie Nicks’s scarf vault. It’s the one place to climate the apocalypse, and even only a common Thursday — simply rolling round in 1000’s and 1000’s gauzy materials, listening to Rumours on repeat, weeping to “Silver Springs” on repeat. Stevie, please, if you happen to’re studying this, cask amontillado me inside your scarf vault. You’ll by no means get away from the sound the girl that loves you. In conclusion, scarf vault!