Remembering Kate Spade

Like the rest of the world I was saddened to learn of Kate Spade's passing. I'm heartbroken for her family and friends and have spent much of the day thinking about her, the brand and what it meant to me. I listened to the NPR "How I Built This" podcast featuring her and her husband Andy Spade, contemplated purchasing a Frances Valentine bag and came home from work to dig out all of my old Kate Spade handbags.

Her passing has brought back so many memories. I recall mother-daughter shopping trips to Chicago where I would gush over her handbags in Saks, Neiman's and later the store on Oak Street. I never had any of initial sleek classic nylon designs but my college roommate did. In fact, on the first day I met her she carried one and I knew we would be lifelong friends.

Kate and her brand resonated with me.  I loved her classic with a twist style. I loved that we shared a name, were both from the Midwest and in the end both married our college sweethearts. I could see myself in her and that made her designs all the more appealing. 

As I got older and had a paycheck (other than babysitting) I couldn’t resist the timeless designs. I started collecting her handbags, stationary, planners, etiquette books, cosmetic bags, sunglasses, jewelry, shoes and clothing. You name it; I even registered for Kate Spade China when I got married. The straw clutches were my favorite with the unexpected fabric on the interior. I still can't resist a Kate Spade polka dot.

Kate Spade was an icon...my icon. May she rest in peace.