I'm an incredibly lucky girl.
I have two beautiful children, an amazing husband, and friends and family around me that I'm constantly reminded how amazing they are.
And a girl has dreams.
And they come true.
From my "dealer's" (Malena of the wonderful eponymous boutique) description:
The bag is authentic, had one owner, no dust cover or lock. It is chocolate brown calf skin. I lightened the photos so every tiny scratch is visible. Most you cannot see in real life.
The leather housing of the keys is called the pouchette. The Hermes store in KOP told me to replace the lock and keys is under $150, but problably below $100. It will take a few weeks since it comes from (duh) Paris.
The good news- No broken stitching, no stains, no chipped metal, no missing feet, strap in great condition. Interior is flawless as well. No gold initials of the original owner.
The bad news- No lock, and 2 of the corners need a touch up with brown polish. It is not visible when the bag is sitting on the table. Damage no larger than 1/4 inch. The worst of it is photographed, including the
scratch on the bottom.
For the age and quality of this bag it really is in impressive condition.
I know I shouldn't. I know it's a luxury. And I also know that it's an amazing, wonderful, beautiful thing.
Grace's biography was the first one I remember reading - in elementary school. I can still see Mrs. Wilson and the shelves and then can remember reading that wonderful book. I wanted to be her. Her wedding dress was the first picture I had in my head after H proposed.
I could be spending this money on other, more useful things - like clothes I'm comfortable in or a trip with H. But instead, I'm trying to figure out the best way to get this piece from West Chester, Pennsylvania, to Washington, D.C. without shipping it, exposing it to cold, or putting it in harm's way.
And it will be The Bean's. And she will have a piece of wearable art, Nigel.
*Photo cropped from one I found on Letters to Betsy (great blog and name, btw - another childhood memory)