Pop-Up

I received this announcement in my email box this morning. Becki also "told" me about it last week. A Mayle pop-up shop?! What? Not fair. Not fair at all.

But really, let's face it: I didn't bring any of those things to Phnom Penh for a reason. With the dust, dirt, and all the other parts of the city that slowly but surely stick to you, one piece at a time, like a second skin, this is not the place for treasured ivory silk dresses, or delicate carribea sandals.

I can dream.