I think one of my fondest memories as a young fashionista dates back to me at about the age of ten. My uncle’s wife, an aspiring singer, used to go to Betsey’s shop in Coconut Grove pretty often and I’d tag along for entertainment. After visiting Betsey’s shop a few times and scoping out her very colorful collection, I scraped my allowance together over a few weeks and treated myself to a head-to-toe outfit from the clearance bin, complete with matching full-length gloves. It was my very first designer purchase. I’d kill to find those pieces again. Or even to just dig up the picture my grandfather insisted on taking when I got home with my heaping bag of Betsey loot.