{"product_id":"shawl-blueberry-night-copy","title":"Shawl Florentine Rose","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eUnique product ID\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSF0005826\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eDimensions and materials\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe shawl is made from the finest natural Italian silk and delicate merino wool 16 \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003emicron\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003e. Decorated with hand-dyed Mulberry silk fibers. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEdge trimmed with 100% silk threads.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eLength: 2 m 72 cm \u003cbr\u003eWidth: 73 cm\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eInspiration. The Florentine Rose.\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eEarly morning. The earth is preparing to greet the dawn. The first rays of sunlight quietly awaken the flower petals, and there is no moment more beautiful than this.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA Florentine stood lost in thought, leaning over a rose.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“I don’t think I have ever seen a flower more beautiful. How wondrous this moment is—the sheer joy of beauty. And yet, how fleeting.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe sun climbed higher and higher, flooding the earth with light, while the rose continued to unfold toward it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Florentine did not notice how swiftly the day had passed. Twilight descended, and in the darkness the rose lost its brilliance—but in its place, its fragrance became extraordinarily tender.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIt was only when the moon was already hanging above the city, a great round disk in the night sky, that he finally returned home, firmly resolved to come back to the beautiful flower in the morning.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBefore dawn the next day, he left his house and greeted the new sunrise beside the rose.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd so the days went by. His work and daily cares were set aside; his whole life became concentrated in the present moment.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut one day the rose began to wither. Its petals fell, and its stem bowed toward the earth.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Florentine was desperate. He could not bear to say farewell to beauty forever.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHow could this be? How could one go on living when one can neither forget what one has seen nor find anything to take its place?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA ray of sunset touched the rosebush, and a tiny Angel appeared upon its leaves, barely visible within a glowing cone of light.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Angel asked the Florentine:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“I can turn back time. Would you like me to? Would you like to live in peace, as you did before—before you encountered this stirring beauty? You would take another road. You would never see the rose, and there would never be another encounter on your path that you could not forget. There would be no pain of loss.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut there would be no beauty either.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Florentine fell silent, deep in thought.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“No. I do not want to forget what I have seen. And I am frightened by the thought that I might have taken another road and never seen this wondrous flower. Perhaps these days I spent beside the rose were the most important days of my life.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003ePerhaps they are life itself.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“You are right,”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e the Angel agreed. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“The beautiful flower did not bloom on your path by chance. It marked an important crossroads. Without the rose, you would have hurried past the turn you were meant to take, carried away by the bustle of ordinary days.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe sun slipped behind the rooftops unusually quickly, and the Angel vanished as though it had never been there.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLost in thought, the Florentine made his way home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHad there really been a rose? Had there really been an Angel? Or had it all been a dream?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAt home, nothing had been put in order, and there was no food. And somehow, everything felt terribly empty.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003eYet there had never been this emptiness before.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe Florentine could not sleep.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOnce again, he went outside. He wandered beneath the full moon, breathing in the fragrance of the flowers, remembering the rose, longing for it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe watched the dawn break as he walked through the city, observing the sunlight glide across the rooftops, painting the windows rose-pink.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eExhausted, yet utterly changed—as though born anew—he returned home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"isSelectedEnd\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHe threw open every window, took a sheet of paper and the first pencil he could find, and began to draw.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eAnd so, an artist was born.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cimg src=\"https:\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0765\/2861\/5708\/files\/58_Florentine_Rose_Inspiration.jpg?v=1786901931\" alt=\"\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eMeaning\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003eThis shawl is woven from sunlight and the intoxicating scent of roses. It warms, embraces, and softly sings.\u003cspan class=\"PDq2pG_selectionAnchor\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eIt was created for the woman who walks lightly along the sunlit side of the street, changing the lives of others forever with the sheer beauty of her presence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eCare\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eDry clean. Or hand wash.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eHow to wash: gently wash by hand in warm water with shampoo or with a detergent for wool, then gently rinse in water at the same temperature. Stretch in a wet state to a rectangular shape and steam it with an iron. 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