I've always loved them. And they were never absent from my childhood. Knitted, crocheted, made of felt, fabric, macrame or wool, berets completed our little outfits with sophisticated accents. Along with the clothes sewn from grandma's fabrics and by her hands, always with strappy shoes or simple ankle boots, sometimes with a matching bag, they are part of times that I miss. I miss them a lot. They were the adorably accessorized clothes that I wore when visiting, to Sunday service or on (some) trips. Once, I was convinced that a cream beret with a "tail" brought me luck during a game of Pinnacle played with my grandma, auntie Lilica and great-grandma Viorel. Well, it and the entire jar of bitter cherry jam. The pink one is almost 30 years old and colored part of my high school years. Not just because it's made of wool and I found it in a Parisian window in Montmartre, and to have it, I gave up a vinyl with Roch Voisine! After almost 30 years, my pink beret and the memories in it, shine! And if I never imagined its association with a dress for playing princesses, joining it with gorgeous suede boots, simple and so versatile, I admit, it is one of my images of childhood, purity and naturalness. And, why not, about elegance. And it is nothing accidental. Because Sipet de sidef is about beauty. About childhood in colors, about simplicity and good taste. Without flashiness, makeup and heels and without the fear of daring to believe in dreams, no matter how brave they may be. Because they come true, if you are strong enough to hold them firmly in your soul, with arms that grow at the same time as them!