My love affair with Brora began many years ago with a gauzy scarf. This became two and then three scarves and, hey why not matching gloves. And perhaps a hat? From accessory beginnings a cardigan or two joined the Brora clan in my wardrobe, and then a limited edition Aran cardigan and the beyond gorgeous Brora Aran poncho a couple of years ago. I should perhaps, at this point, say that Brora cashmere is my clothing extravagance and I buy a piece or two a year. To accommodate my habit, many of my other clothes are pre-loved!
However, my Brora for Life piece is my beautiful, beautiful purple cashmere blanket. It’s particularly special because it was a gift from my parents for my 50th birthday. I’d been stalking the blankets for a long while but they were most definitely out of my price comfort zone. When my parents asked what I’d like as a special birthday gift, the Brora blanket was the first thing that came to mind. My mother always purported to be shocked by my cashmere ‘extravagances’, as she called them but my father, a craftsmen himself, understood my love of beauty and quality and appreciated the Brora story.
Hence on my 50th birthday I unwrapped the most beautiful soft purple blanket from its tissue paper cocoon. This was six and half years ago, and despite constant use the blanket is as gorgeous as when I first unwrapped it. It’s taken on a special meaning now too, because my father died six months after my 50th birthday and my mother died in January this year. Hence wrapping myself in the blanket not only keeps me warm and cosy, but brings a sense of comfort and memory.