First night in Mexico went off with a bang and a fountain of pesos as we explored the old town of Puerto Vallarta. Can't escort me past a Mexican woven market (think bags, belts, blankets, bangles, boom!) without me stopping to buy two, maybe three of each.

There's something so timeless about authentic Mexican ropas! You'll never find a chick out of style in a pair of worn in jeans, a white tee, topped with a Mexican woven belt and Mexican fire opal ring (sitting on a Mexican woven blanket grabbing her cell phone out of her Mexican woven backpack)! Too far...sorry!

But you get the point. I started to hoard my purchases...and the reveal will be pretty obvious over the next few months as I infuse my finds into my California winter wardrobe. Olé!