Like for many women, the Hermes Birkin has had a certain mystique for me. The early introduction as a bag that not even Samantha Jones could get on request started the intrigue, though in reality, it's not really a Samantha bag at all. It has been an It Bag for as long as there have been It Bags.
I wasn't sure initially that I would want one. The Kelly has a more elegant, refined history and was my personal grail. But, I am, shall we say, a sloppy bag owner. I am constantly stuffing things in and scrambling to get things out, usually while balancing my phone and keys and a beverage of some sort. The Birkin's tote style and ability to look structured and trim while completely undone began to appeal to me. Plus, variety is the spice of life.
So, like many Hermes devotees do, I gave a list of colors I would consider to my sales assistant, and waited. My color choices were all over the map, from pale neutrals in whites, creams and grays, to deep jewel tones (malachite being my ultimate desire), to the classic Hermes orange (Tennessee orange to my dear husband.)
I had stopped in to the store before the Neiman Marcus fashion show for Pointe to the Stars (blog post coming) and put a tickler in my SA's mind. The following week, I got an email from him suggesting I should come in that weekend, as he had something to show me. My clinic schedule had just ended early, so I suggested I come over immediately and asked for a hint. It was a Birkin, but I'd have to wait to find out the color.
This delicious Hermes Birkin 35 in Craie togo leather and gold hardware was waiting. It wasn't the best match to my black and white outfit, but I fell in love. The color was a creamy warm vanilla, like melted ice cream. See my Delvaux standing guard in the car above?
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| Like opening a present to yourself |
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| Perfection. |
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