We're back, we're back(!)
Edith went off to her tiny chalet somewhere in France -- I can never remember the name of the place, all I know is it's not Gstaad (and yes, I know Gstaad is not in France) -- where she told me they trudged through gucky, mucky watered down snow and never unpacked their skis.
Quelle chance, I stayed home and unpacked my closets, shelves, cupboards, drawers, desk, bookcases and suitcases. I ask you, which one of us had more fun? Precisely.
But never mind, we're together again and we've been shopping the markdown racks like little mad mavins. This is how we approach les soldes:
1.) Formerly waaaay too expensive items we long to own and would probably wear for the rest of our lives if only they weren't quite so pricey. Strategy: Grab 'em.
2.) An item or two that breaks us out of our style molds -- even if only slightly. Because we're taking a minor risk we want the price to be right. Strategy: Hesitate, don't be impulsive, decide to go for it.
3.) A sure keeper, something we have already spotted on the next season's runways and will constantly re-emerge over the years, i.e. -- and heaven knows I hate to say this: Animal prints. Strategy: Debatable, but probably not a bad idea.
4.) If we're lucky a classic replacement or back-up, i.e. black cashmere sweater, a jewel colored velvet jacket, flannel trousers, white blouses (eh, oui) and so forth. Strategy: A no-brainer. She who hesitates will never forgive herself. (OK, slight exaggeration.)
We will be shopping until the end of the month. We figure by the 31st we'll have our heads in dusty, battered bins labeled 60 and 75 percent off. And, honestly, you just never know what's at the bottom of the basket. . .
This is what we've bought so far:
Edith found this large hound's-tooth jacket she readily admits she never would have bought if it hadn't been on its second markdown.
The black wool dress frankly was a no-risk, "how could she get so lucky" find. (I unearthed something similar, but not as smart as hers, to show you next week.)
The long purply/blue turtleneck is a stretch for me. Edith pushed me to buy it at half price. I'm wearing it here with my favorite, not much longer for this world, navy silk trousers.
The black silk sari-inspired tunic is actually a present from Edith. I envision wearing it forever. It is soooo me and soooo black. I'm soooo happy. (Next week you'll see something I bought for Edith in a color she has never worn before. She claims to love it.)