After sixty-two years, I am closing the doors of the shop my parents opened on a quiet New York block in 1964.

There is no one left in the family to take the counter from me. I would rather close while every piece leaving it is still one I would put my name to.

What is left in the cases is the last of it, at the lowest prices we have ever set. When it is gone there is no restock — and I would far rather it was worn than stored.