I grew up going to the beach. Every summer when school let out I would make my way to my grandmother's house in Cape May, a beautiful and historic resort town.

My grandmother, May Clementine, would tow me along with her on trips to the Beach Club and Yacht Club. Most days I spent running around the beach or going for a sail while she played bridge with the ladies.

My grandmother always looked chic when she dressed for the beach. She would toss on one of her many cover-ups before heading out, her dark bob and red lipstick setting off her piercing blue eyes. While she made sure to always be covered up for these trips around town in her chic little robe, her bathing suit was always underneath.

Because her life in the summer revolved around casual socializing and entertaining, it seemed that everything she wore was made like a cover-up - giving her shelter from the sun or coverage when walking around.

The robes and cover-ups she wore were often souvenirs from her travels. They showed the patina of time and travel, but they were so well made that they somehow looked better with age.

May Clementine - her life at the beach - is the inspiration for this line.