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Byline: Jane Mayle
My friend Miranda Brooks called me as I was in a taxi laden with so many bags of half-finished designs that I seemed more mule than woman. How was I? Burdened. Was my collection finished? No. Did I want to go with her to Bhutan?
I told Miranda about a plan that had gone awry seven years earlier, when I was to have formed part of a yak caravan with a man in pursuit of tea. That was as close as I had ever come to the tiny Buddhist kingdom hidden away in the Himalayas. As we spoke, the cab passed by Macy's, and I had a fleeting, yet deeply frightening, premonition of grinning dirigibles floating above and the crowds below that would ...