In this ongoing recession, some women are making a choice to reject outward labels. I, for one, have given my standard winter bag, a LV cross-body messenger, a rest because I feel uncomfortably conspicuous carrying it this year.
But I recognize a certain charm in sporting initials, just not Louis Vuitton's.
Instead, I've been thinking this year about the pleasure of monograms. In our contemporary society, monograms are often associated with preppy dressers (not my style) or beach bags (I have a large pink one with a lime green monogram. Who says preppy isn't her style?).
But monograms can also be mini works of art, placed on linens, tucked into the folds of a wedding dress, hidden on a shirt placket, displayed on a pocket.
Caroline Brackenridge designs and embroiders some of the loveliest monograms I've seen. She works in tone on tone (not shown here) as well as color.
And she appears to be fearless in both her designs and sense of color.
Do any gentle readers have monograms? Would you like one?