I was helping a whippersnapper celebrate his 50th birthday when I spied this marvelous patterned coat on a woman who was hovering near the boiled peanut buffet. What a treat for me when it turned out to be worn by the loveliest woman I know, dear Peg. Her eye for the extraordinary is undeniable, which I suppose is why her shop Finleaf is full of delightful things. I was attempting witty repartee when, per usual, Mr. Peg turned up and whisked her away--this time to the dance floor. I am sorry for myself to report, the chap is a smooth dancer.