The handkerchiefs in the NEW Handkerchief Collection are unbearably beautiful, therefore I haven't been able to bring myself to use them. They're stored in a box that was my grandfather's; a grandfather I met only a handful of times before he died in 1949.
But today I impulsively grabbed a matching-my-vest Jeanne Miller one and stuffed it in my pocket for my run. Wowzers! I LOVED having it. I must have used it a dozen times, when usually I'd employ a disgusting method I won't describe.
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