I learned of Hermès when I first visited Paris with my boyfriend (his family lived there) back in 1992. We walked along the street, and there were the windows. Gasp! During that trip, I started wearing scarves and had my first instructions in dressing like a French lady from his mother--and while something like Hermès was NOT condoned by this family (only their estate in Normady was deemed worthy of $$$), I knew H was special. I'd been studying art history for five/six years, so the connoisseur eye told me. I didn't know if it was "the best" (and I certainly didn't know how expensive it was/is), but I knew it was beautiful.
That set me dreaming.
The funny thing is--only now do I know that I could have afforded H scarves--and even a bag eventually--as soon as I started graduate school (I was heavily funded by multiple sources). But it seemed silly for a grad student to tote something Grace Kelly would have worn. Still, someday . . . And I never forgot that.
When my scarves from India started to fray (I studied with weavers in India--I'm passionate about my textiles), that's when I got my first Hermès scarf. When I finally got sick of the transformation of
Coach (my bags were very old by then), I went after my first H bag. Since that first bag, I've acquired a surprising number (and released one)--but then, I've always loved bags and scarves. Always. And if H makes me happy, good.
I live in a world that would find such things a reason to disparage me. Because this is a forum away from the real world, there's the sense that the "status" of H confers only the good things. Sorry, it doesn't. Most of H goes way under the radar, which is great, and I'm just getting too old to care about the rest (I hit 40 in a few months). The only thing I'm careful about is the Kelly--that gets too much notice.
I like beautiful things--and not just H things. And since I don't like furniture or cars or jewelry and I won't be having children, H things are possible. I can't ever have the David by Michelangelo, but I CAN have a BBK. Yummy.