The picture of my mother transferring the beautiful garments she bought to simple grocery bags when I was a little girl is still fresh in mind. I remember how strange the contrast was of the stunning clothing sitting in cheap wrinkled bags. She did it in order to hide her purchases from my father, always explaining “Your father knows, he just doesn’t understand why I love clothing so much, and he prefers not to be reminded constantly.” Years laters he confirmed, of course he knew the whole time!