Back from the Big City Cherie is refreshed and ready to get down to business.
Before we begin, a little merci is in order. Realizing with a sense of glee and gratitude your heartfelt participation in this earth-shaking, life-changing back-and-forth we're having, Cherie is ever more convinced of the importance of her mission. Of course with Cherie's impeccable credentials where else would one place one's trust about the things that truly matter in this life?
Now, on to your questions -- paraphrased, scrambled and completely off-subject whenever Cherie so desires.
Q: Mme. A: What do you make of grommets and all other "hard-wear" adorning women's garments and accessories? Do you think it's the new bling?
A: Cherie has a confession to make: She cannot honestly answer this question, considering her irrevocable prejudices on the subject. She cannot help but feel hardware belongs in hardware stores and not on women's bodies. Granted, exceptions can be made for studded belts which admittedly can be chic, a smattering on a bag perhaps and maybe a splash on shoes.
Is it the new bling? Let's hope not. Give Cherie sequins and beads any day.
Q: Mme. A (encore): Is there any rocker chic out there for us?
A: Once again, Cherie must demur. What she considers "rocker chic" may not be what you have in mind. Just today she saw a woman in a shiny brown asymmetrically zippered bomber jacket for lack of a better explanation. The woman looked dee-vine and Cherie is not a big leather proponent, but at moments she is capable of being open-minded. (You will see if you agree next Thursday in the "Out and About" series.)
Though Cherie doesn't own one herself, she does approve of and even admires a beautiful black leather pencil skirt. Yves Saint Laurent made it a classic and it can be pumped up into something rock 'n roll or toned down into a classic wear anywhere wardrobe staple.
Q: Mme.M: Are there some absolute "must haves" in every French woman's closet?
A: Why, my dear, I thought you'd never ask. Indeed there are. However, Cherie sees this question as an opportunity to draw-out this response for several weeks to come. . . One thing at a time in other words.
Let's start with the no woman can ever, ever live without a black cashmere turtleneck sweater. It pays for itself hundreds, maybe thousands of times over if it is well cared for and of good quality. It is as chic with jeans as it is with satin evening pants or the above mentioned black leather skirt.
Q: Mme. KP: Do French women wear aprons when preparing their remarkable cuisine?
A: All the women Cherie knows, many of whom are extraordinary hostesses as one would expect from the milieu in which Cherie circulates, would never put their designer duds in jeopardy while stirring a sauce or sauteing a sole. Aprons are de rigueur, but of course whipped off the instant the hostess steps out of her kitchen. She would never be seen in an apron by her guests. (Aprons from French and Floral and French Chef.)
Q: It occurred to me recently that some time ago Cherie prattled on, no pardone moi, talked about seriously applying herself to a regime, or a diet as we say. You mentioned at the time you asked your doctor for a "silver bullet" in the form of a capsule you might swallow to cut your appetite. We're all quite curious about where you are on this journey. Can you enlighten us?
A: Cherie finds this to be a rather intimate and intrusive question, but will nonetheless bite the proverbial bullet the useless doctor refused to prescribe. We are among friends after all. We have no secrets. As you may recall, above mentioned doctor said he had two solutions for dropping les kilos. He said: "The decision and apples." (This doctor is extremely cute, looks like a rock star, but Cherie doesn't like him as much as she once did.)
The apples are in a lovely silver Revere bowl, the decision is pending.