My mother died last Saturday and was buried on Wednesday. I carried the 32cm Black Box Kelly that I had bought nearly a year ago from LZ and which I gave to my mother shortly afterwards. She had hardly used it, but I felt so dignified carrying it, as her sole survivor (except for my son, of course.) I was shocked at how quickly I was working up a patina though! I can't imagine what it would have been like if I had longer nails. Still, the bag is beautiful, and I will always think of my mother when I use her. As is our family tradition, my mother had an open coffin for viewing Monday and Tuesday nights. I was so pleased when my 87 year old aunt, the sister of my father, who chaperoned my first trip to Europe in 1980, approached the coffin and then turned to me saying "That's the scarf we got in London, isn't it?" I couldn't believe that she had recognized the black, white, and gold Cliquetis scarf so quickly! It was the first of more than a dozen H scarves I had given my mother over the years, and was always special to both of us.