When the leaves start to change and the air becomes crisp, it's time to embrace the cozy and stylish accessories that fall has to offer. And one accessory that should be at the top of your list is the alpaca scarf. Not only are these scarves incredibly soft and warm, but they also add a touch of elegance to any outfit. Whether you're heading to the office or going for a casual weekend stroll, an alpaca scarf is the perfect companion.
This fall, we launched a new collection of silky soft alpaca scarves with a herringbone pattern, double weave, and new colours that are sure to delight fashion enthusiasts. Made from high-quality alpaca wool, these scarves are not only soft and cozy but also incredibly versatile. The herringbone pattern adds a touch of sophistication to any outfit, while the double weave ensures that the scarf is thick enough to keep you warm during chilly days and nights. With new colours added to the collection, you can easily find a scarf that matches your personal style. These scarves are a must-have accessory for any Alpaca-fashionista who values comfort and style. You can find them here, or at any of our fall and winter market locations!
Why Choose Alpaca Scarves?
Alpaca scarves are made from the luxurious and sustainable fiber of alpaca wool. This natural fiber is not only incredibly soft, but it also has excellent thermal properties, making it the ideal material for keeping you warm during the chilly fall months. Unlike synthetic materials, alpaca wool is breathable, which means it will keep you cozy without causing you to overheat. Plus, alpaca wool is hypoallergenic, making it a great choice for those with sensitive skin.
Style and Versatility
One of the best things about alpaca scarves is their versatility. They come in a wide range of colours and patterns, allowing you to find the perfect scarf to match your personal style. Whether you prefer a classic solid colour or a bold pattern, there's an alpaca scarf out there for you. And because alpaca wool is so soft and lightweight, these scarves can be worn in a variety of ways. Wrap it around your neck for a cozy look, drape it over your shoulders as a shawl, or even use it as a stylish headscarf.
Supporting Sustainable Fashion
Choosing an alpaca scarf is not only a fashion statement but also a conscious choice for the environment. Alpacas are gentle creatures that have a minimal impact on the land they graze on. They produce a renewable and biodegradable fiber that can be harvested without harming the animals. By opting for an alpaca scarf, you're supporting sustainable fashion and reducing your carbon footprint.
As the temperatures start to drop, it's time to embrace the warmth and style of an alpaca scarf. With their softness, versatility, and sustainable qualities, these scarves are the perfect fall accessory. So why not add a touch of elegance and coziness to your wardrobe this season? Choose an alpaca scarf and step out in style.
Alonzo goes to Lunbreck Falls
Hola mi Amigos! It is I, Alonzo! Meraki Movement’s one and only spokes-paca!
The fall equinox is here this month and that means I can justify the many layers of Alpaca ponchos, and blankets I wear without looking like a ridiculous Alpaca. I see the way you’re side-eyeing me, Amanda! I am THE FASHINISTA ALPACA OF CANADA!
This fashionista (me, that’s me) missed out on the fabulous photoshoot that Amanda and @alexandriarowley did in Nanton this summer because I had to work! Fashionistas should not have to work this hard. So, I thought I should book my very own photoshoot with myself. That’s right. Myself! That is what timers and tripods are for!
So, I went onto Insta, like any fashionista would do, and looked for a wild, but romantic lo-cal for an Insta-worthy photo shoot. Lunbreck Falls for the win! Just west of Pincher Creek, the falls are right off the highway. And at the top of the falls, is a stunning train track over the Crowsnest River. I could see it in my minds’ Alpaca-eye. The cool wind blowing my wool in a seductive way, while I flip the scarf over my shoulder and look into the camera with the most smouldering look an Alpaca can give.
I just had to steal the VW to get there! I tip-toed to the top of the stairs and glanced over the rail to see what Amanda was doing. She was typing away in her favourite spot on the couch. Good. The keys were in the other direction. I descended the stairs in such a way as to make myself look non-chalante. As non-chalante as an Alpaca can look in a house.
“What are you up to?” Amanda asked without ever looking up from her clicking keyboard.
“Oh, just came down to…clean the cat litter.” Yeah! That’s close by, good one! I high-fived myself in my mind.
Her clicking keys paused and I froze.
“Why are you carrying a Meraki Movement Backpack?”
I didn’t answer. I could feel my amygdala engage as I prepared for fight or flight! Or just grab the keys, and run out the door as fast as I could. Which I did. As I sped away, I saw Amanda waving her fist in the air and heard “Something, something, something, POLICE, something something something!”
I drove south, the window open and the wind in my wool.
When I arrived, I could hear the falls before I saw them. Although not the tallest waterfall in Alberta, it’s the second most accessible. The first is Cameron Falls in Waterton. But alas, Amanda would call the cops if I was gone that long.
There was a nice little set of stairs that led me to the bottom. But before I tackled the “money shots” of me in front of the falls, I was going to tackle the train bridge! The classic black Prairie train bridge laid across the Crowsnest River just before the falls. If I stood right in the middle, with the big black beams rising all around me, the water rushing below me, the wind blowing my floof and my gorgeous new Meraki Movement scarf, Amanda would put me on the front of the website! I was going to say “cover” but the cover of what? Paper magazines are so yesterday!
I clip-clopped on the footbridge to the far side of the falls, to the tracks. What an adventure! They stretched out before, like maybe just 100 yards. When I got to the bridge, the gravel between the boards came to an end. I could see the water below me! But good art requires risk! I gingerly tip-toed across the bridge trying to not shake and fall between the boards into the whirling water below!
“Don’t look down. Don’t look down.” I whispered to myself. There is nothing to fear but fear itself!
I reached the middle and turned around to set up my camera. Getting it just right, I set the timer for rapid-timed photos and took my place in front of it for my first pose. I gave the camera my best Contrapposto! Then my best ¾ turn which is hard when you have to look down which is how my back leg slipped between the boards. I kicked and struggled to get my hoof free. The camera clicking away, evidence of my modelling plight! As I struggled to free myself, I felt a strange vibration begin in the wood boards that trapped my leg. Why was there a vibration, you ask? Because a train was coming! That’s why! And here I was, trapped! And my camera taking a million pictures of my fluffy sexy self, in what was going to be a near-death experience! I say ‘near-death’ because I know the outcome. Ha.
I saw the train coming around the curve, only seconds from the bridge.
“She’ll be coming round the mountain, she’ll be coming round the mountain when she coooooomes”
Is what popped into my head while I kicked and flailed harder.
The train conductor saw me and the forlorn sound of the train whistle reverberated across the falls.
Like a movie script, my struggle ended not with me being creamed by the iron horse but by the thrashing, I was able to get free and without thought for further danger, I lept over the rail of the bridge into the depth of the Crowsnest River.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” The plunge was shocking. I bobbed to the surface, hooves first, splashing and coughing. The train barreled by, the whistle still blowing in anger.
*insert dramatic music here!*
I tried paddling to shore, but the current swept me closer to the falls. I tried grabbing the willows dangling over the bank, but…hooves. I snapped at them with my teeth, but the leaves ripped out in my mouth. The current seemed to gather more energy and I heard my doom as the edge of oblivion came closer, and closer.
I was swept past two shocked people. One who exclaimed, “Honey, was that a Llama?”
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLPPPPPPPPAAAAAAACCCCCAAAAAAA!” I yelled with as much dignity as I could as I went over the falls, all four legs pinwheeling in the air.
Again, I bobbed to the surface. Sputtering and coughing.
But I could feel the bottom! I could stand!
When I stood up, I could hear a chorus of applause!
“Yeah, baby! I’m alive!” I blew kisses to the crowd and their recording cell phones.
“Alonzo!” Amanda yelled from the shore.
It turns out, there is GPS in the VW. And I am grounded for eternity.