About 15 years ago (every time I say a sentence like this I get a reality check on how old I am! How can I even remember anything that happened 15 years ago??) there was a tale saying that a women once hang herself in the attic in the stable where I had my horses, and that her ghost still lived up there. We were terrified and never dared to go up there after dark. Her name was Alma.. I am no longer afraid of Alma, thank Lord, as she just reappeared. I want her in every color. Definitely a perfect supplement to my beloved (and worn out) Marant Dicker boots.