Can La Fee Verte read our slumbering minds? How else did they know that we've had a recurring dream where we're on a graceful teak-decked sailboat moored off the coast of Cannes, lying in the net of the mast, vintage French vidrine sunglasses across our sun kissed noses, wearing this exact thing (and perhaps nothing else)? Perfect, effortless silk striped just so in a classic shape? Living the dream.
Hand wash in lukewarm water with an extra-gentle lingerie wash; gently squeeze out excess water and lay flat to dry