Do you recognize the woman on top of the heap? Nor do I.
I think it's me trying to go against type, i.e. attempting to look more French. (I know, I know. . .)
Let me explain: it's painful and embarrassing, but what can I do? That black sweater dress/tunic/whatever there was marked down 50,000 times and I thought: "Oh, for heaven's sake, just go for it."
The little voice, that annoying little teller of truths, was whispering: "Are you out of your mind? You'll never wear it. You're not French. Can't you figure out another way to spend 20 Euros?"
That's my story. (As Jennifer over at The Daily Connoisseur would point out, my American kicked in and eclipsed whatever good French sense I've learned over the years.) The same M.O.: "Sale, sale? Did someone say, 'sale' -- where, where (?); here, take my money, no I'm not crazy about it, but it's 70 percent off, wrap it up."
In my defense, this is a look I love -- on other women. I own the gray and black striped jersey turtleneck and of course hundreds of pairs of black pants, so I was covered on those fronts and obviously I wanted my arms concealed. (Note length of sleeves on new purchase.)
But enough about me, if I do wear the get-up outside the house, I'll report back. Edith says I should, but then again she would. She's French and it would look terrific on her.
As of now we're finished with the sales. We've been to the bottom of all the boxes and baskets and there is nothing left except a few scarves which I bought en masse for moi meme and future gifts. Some are really, really special. I'll tell you about them some time. All were between 50 and 70 percent off the price I probably would have paid for them anyway, except I would have bought fewer -- at least that realization is very French.
These are our final markdown purchases:
1.) For Christmas I gave Edith a mauve silk and cashmere turtleneck, a color she has never before worn. She hasn't taken it off since. By chance she found the skirt shown with it here. Who knows how? Who knows where? She's French.
2.) Passing by Ventillo, Edith popped in and popped out with the body-caressing lace top embroidered with ribbon "accents." She says it's perfect with black jeans or an evening skirt. I believe her.
3.) My other huge purchase was the paper-thin wool scarf I'm wearing with my 20-year-old YSL jacket, another of my thousands of pairs of black pants and my Chanel ballerinas. The scarf, although you cannot discern the details from the license the artist took. . . is actually blue-gray with a -- this is killing me to say, but it was only five Euros -- leopard print in blue, light and dark gray. (When I handed over the five Euro bill I had visions of how absolutely green with envy Une Femme would be.)
Next week Edith and I plan to tell you what we would have bought, if we could have bought anything our little hearts desired. You won't want to miss this installment.