Friends with Benefits

The best kind of friends are the friends with benefits… … and I’m not talking about  that  kind. I mean, I could, but we’ll save that for another day. When my mom’s away on a golf retreat or something. I’m talking about the friends who have really awesome accessory closets and no qualms with letting you borrow from them. Which, incidentally, is exactly what I did with Julia’s  leather backpack  last weekend. Context:  Over brunch on Saturday, I learned that her hubs  bought it for her … And now I feel like I need one. The bag, not a husband. Or, well — maybe a boy that will...