Butterflies and Memories

Had the butterflies been pink, or yellow, or blue this cardigan would have stayed in the shop. Butterflies are not my style. These butterflies are orange and black though. They reminded me so much of growing up in Ontario that I had to bring them home.

I grew up in Essex County, home of Point Pelee National Park. Each fall thousands of monarch butterflies gather at Pelee to begin their migration to Mexico. Your timing has to be just right to witness this wonder. The monarchs are only there for a few days before they take flight. Of all the times I visited the park, I only managed to be there once for the migration. I still get goosebumps thinking about it. It's the kind of memory that makes me buy butterfly-infested cardigans when I'm looking for black trousers.

The sweater isn't the only part of this outfit that reminds me of my roots. The necklace was a gift from my Grandmother. She gave it to me while I was visiting her years ago. It belonged to a great-aunt, or a great-great-aunt. I wish I could remember who the original owner was. (That's a hint should any of my family members be reading this. If you recognize the necklace, please let me know who it belonged to.) 

The Shamballa-style, tiger-eye bracelet was a Christmas gift from my parents. My sister and my niece were given similar bracelets. Wearing mine makes me think of family.

The photos are a family affair too. Each week, without complaint, Hubby takes my Visible Monday photos. I'm not his only subject. Below are two of his more co-operative models.

Once again I am linking up with Patti and the stylish rabble for Visible Monday over at Not Dead Yet Style. 

FYI - Rabble is the term for a group of butterflies. I feel it is an apt description for the wonderful women who insist on being visible week after week.