I am a pack-rat, a collector of many things. It must stem from my upbringing because neither my mom nor my dad seem to be able to get rid of things.
For as long as I can remember, I have owned or coveted a navy blue sweater or navy boy blazer. In fact, I have two hanging in my closet, both of more substantial weight and unlikely companions in Cambodia. But what about this little number by Steven Alan? Over my many lightweight dresses? A friend in monsoon months?
Or, are the Mayle sandals the real lure here?