So much to tell you, so little time.
I'm constantly finding tidbits I want to dash off, thinking: "I absolutely have to tell you about this, this very instant," but I can't write to you non-stop whenever I happen upon something that delights me and furthermore you don't have the time to read non-stop.
Included here are a few highlights from a list of subjects and nonsense that have caught my attention over the last few days. I really do think you'll find the eclair delicious (just you wait).
Think ribbons, bows and red, red, red. What time of year is it? Exactly. (Some of these items you will note are two-fers, i.e. red and bows; you know how much we love a real investment item.) A ribbon in your hair, bows on your shoes, a floppy foppy one under a collar, on your gloves, around your waist fastened with a brooch. . . Or go undercover with red lingerie.
The beautiful rusty red blouse is from the fall/winter Giambattista Valli collection.
A great big -- real if you're lucky, doesn't matter if you're not -- ring. (The first, all fantasy, is from Poggi; the second, the real deal from Dior.)
My poinsettias are all over the house, the first step in the decorating marathon. Next I have to wash the front doors before the wreaths go up. We have dogs who unfortunately know how to open them and leave the proof all over the paint.
I only ever buy white or the beautiful blush-colored plants and put them in everything from an antique silver bon-bon box, a mercury glass cube, copies of 18th century cache-pots and the smaller ones in clusters of silver cups.
Under the "Is this adorable or what(?)" category, look at the Fragonard collection of six tiny solid perfumes with pictures of famous Paris monuments, including the Metro, imprinted on the lids of the boîtes, ringing up at a reasonable 25 Euros.
Bourjois is doing something similar for the holidays -- eye shadow in Violet Absolu, Argent and Beige Rosé in their classic compacts, but this time decorated with Paris landmarks.
And at the top, as promised: An eclair in the image of Brigitte Bardot from Fauchon, a smidge pricey at six Euros, but she's worth it. N'est-ce pas?