I remember as a young child visiting my Grandmother's house. You see she lived right down the road, less than a block away.

What I didn't know then was how fabulous and unique she actually was. All I knew was how much fun it was going to her house and trying on her wigs, her furs, her jewelry and yes even choosing a purse to go with my mismatched ensemble. (My I was such a big girl then.)

Well, Grandmother died in May of 1993 and although I had always been promised her furs and handbags, they were donated to charity instead.

Today, I have a business designing handbags and I can't help but think of my grandmother when ever I put fabrics together like black and pink polka dots with leopard and shocking pink!

I think to myself, yes, my grandmother would approve of this handbag! Afterall it is as unique and fabulous as she was.