My great aunt Mollie wore her silver hair in a tight bun like a ballerina. I’d never find her without pearls or cashmere cardigans emitting a glowing fuzz halo of warmth that matched the cuteness of any phrase that left her mouth. She drank milk from old grape jelly jar tumblers and ate only a half a peanut butter sandwich per day. She lived above the office of my Grandfathers insurance agency. She was more adorable than any of you reading this could possibly conceive. The Miu Miu Spring Summer 2012 handbags remind me of my namesake aunt over a decade after she passed away. She would have loved them, and that isn’t a bad thing.