Never too late to nag I always say. N'est-ce-pas?
If you recall in elementary English classes along with hyperbole, metaphors and similes we also learned about repetition for emphasis -- remember (?) -- here comes the latter: SPF, SPF, SPF. And may I suggest, buy two of your favorite brand. Mine is the Roche-Posay Anthelois XL lotion for two reasons: It was recommended by a top French plastic surgeon in an interview with me (a woman) and it's not gooky. The second one you keep in the car, or if you don't change your handbag every five minutes you could keep it there. This one is for the tops of your hands to protect them against those dangerous rays streaming through the windshield. Because you know what happens if you don't. Enough said.
I like the new, or at least to me, Roche-Posay tube meant for the nose, ears, collarbone, chin, eyelids, all those other quirky spots we might forget or need constant touch-ups.
In all things -- and no one knows this better than our role models, les French femmes d'un certain age -- and yes, I know I've mentioned this before: First comes discipline, then comes habit.
This maxim of course applies to everything from sun protection to those "oh, no thank you, I couldn't possibly eat another piece of your delicious strawberry tart" moments. See what I mean?
Another been there, discussed that subject: Self-tanning products. As I've said I am beyond maladroit in this department, or was until I found those individual towelettes from Comodynes. They're great for a full-on tan or just your legs so they can be released from their pantyhose hell. It's also fab for touch-ups. If I can do it; you can do it. No mess, no fuss.
And finally, do not under any circumstances forget your sunglasses. I'm amazed at the numbers of French women on the streets who don't wear them. Today for example, as I was watching how great they looked I was quite taken aback by this omission. The sun was blindingly bright and there they were squinting away, literally adding years to their faces. C'est fou.
This reminder is also my excuse to include those "don't you just love 'em" sunglasses from Cutler and Gross.
P.S.: Still haven't decided about my famous KJLane brooch. Called the woman in the boutique today -- we're becoming best friends -- who assured me she has three of them and not to worry and if some day I do make up my mind she'll put one aside for me. This is so unlike me, usually I go into a boutique make a quick sweep with my eyes and in less than 30 seconds move in or move on. Part of my reluctance is probably the fact it's not real and costs 170 Euros. I do like it though. . .