Sand Dash

As if Juan Miró had some fun in the sand — browns, oranges, and yellows speckled across a super lightweight blend of wool, silk, and cotton.You wore it like joyous armour: to markets, celebrations, cross-country jaunts — anywhere, really.Frank once said you couldn’t wear it to a funeral.“Depends who died,” you winked.In fact, you were certain it’s what you’d wear when your own time came — mischief and elegance wrapped in cloth, boxed with a smile, no doubt.