When you’re out of the country and you find a fine tunic, do yourself a favor and buy more than one. A few years ago in a small island village on Belize’s Ambergis Caye, I found the best beach cover-up of my entire life. There’s not a smack of hyperbole in that sentence. Hands down, that tunic is my most treasured souvenir and ranks among my all-time top-10 wardrobe loves. My original tunic is still gorgeous, such strong but breathable material, and the embroidery has yet to snag. I’ll rig it up with a raffia belt at the waist through early fall. And oddly enough, come winter, I’ll layer it in, zipping a puffy vest over it–that is, if I ever find it. You see, it went missing on a girl’s trip to Kiawah and has yet to emerge. Perhaps, I leave a little bit of myself every time I’m lucky enough to reunite with the solid, passionate gals who put up with me, who make me better. Sure, the jaunt was worth the tunic loss. I’d give it up again to be back there this very instant. But still…So you can imagine my utter bliss when a friend of mine returned from the same Belizean spot, and what did she have in tow! This delicate number!