Mayle, I can't quit you, as much as I try and even though I live and work in conditions that aren't exactly conducive to delicate frocks. I'm still looking for the Mayle Elvira, years later. The last big Mayle find I had was in the week following my decision to leave Portland and pare down for Cambodia. I was at a consignment shop in NW Portland and there it was, a Frederica in Amalfi hanging behind the desk, not even processed and not quite my size. I didn't hesitate. It was one of the few pieces I brought to Phnom Penh, one that instantly picks me up when I'm feeling and -- and let's be honest here -- looking like crap. These days, those small comforts are invaluable.
Renne's recent post was a good reminder of mindful consumerism and how and why I choose to spend my money in the way that I do.