The Little Black Book, a Monogram and a Memory You know, sometimes the best ideas just pop up when you least expect them, don't they? I remember one chilly morning, flicking through an old family album, the kind with those slightly sticky plastic pages that always manage to trap a bit of dust. There was this faded photo of my great-aunt Elsie, probably from the 1940s, looking absolutely dashing. She wasn’t wearing anything overtly fancy, just a simple silk scarf, a rather smart tweed jacket, and then, catching the light ever so subtly, a delicate little initial on her lapel. It wasn't a brooch...
