Usually I don't pay a lot of attention to the emails I get from Hermès. They have a tendency to make me feel like a have-not.
But this is brilliant. I could put an orange tube over my head and go out as a Twilly box!
Oh, whom am I kidding, anyway? My job isn't to wear a costume--it's to play Maid of Honor for my daughter as she gets ready for four different Halloween events. And I'm so glad I never got rid of my circa 1992 black lace up ankle boots, because she'll be wearing them.