Hermes scarves a luxe treat...and bittersweet.

I have been drawn to Hermes scarves like a moth to a flame...

I think it hearkens back to when my aunt was alive.

She donned only the finest in clothing, jewels and scarves.

I need to give you a bit of background here.

She was born into a wealthy family who were privileged and established...Old Money.

After her formal education she was sent to a finishing school abroad.

 She later returned and married my uncle, an officer in the Canadian navy.

 (I was the flower girl) 

High mass in an Anglican church and a catered garden reception...at their home.

I vividly remember that I very nearly fell into the pond trying to pat the ducks!

 (I was all of 5 years old)

My uncle retired from the forces and went back to college getting a teaching degree so he could spend more time at home with his growing family.

She kept most of her her money in the bank and lived humbly on his salary.

It interests me that my uncle managed to save money every year in order to give her expensive jewelry  at Christmas.

 She only bought the very best of clothes and scarves were worn tucked into the neck of her fur jackets.

She was very quiet, polite and proper.

Never over did things, showed restraint and class.

Unfortunately she developed lung cancer and died much too young.

When she passed away my uncle called me up and suggested I come over and look through her collection of scarves and choose one or two.

I felt too emotional to even consider the possiblity and I do regret that I was not brave enough to do this.

 I suppose my love of scarves runs very deep.

Hermes and the signature orange colour.

My first Hermes...

It happened in SanFrancisco!

I'll never forget...

my aunt.