We need to talk. Don't you simply adore conversations beginning with those ominous words?
Generally speaking, I assume you feel as I do that my life is not so riveting that you want to know too many boring details. As we all know, mystery is the number one characteristic making French women the fascinating creatures they are -- not that I'm French or anything, but still I've learned a few tricks over the years. And the last thing I want to do is cause ennui.
This is the lead-up to a couple of explanations on why you will be seeing less of me for the moment. The reasons are:
1.) My daughter, whom I have not seen in 14 months arrives this Saturday for a week and we will be busy, busy, busy. (Of course I'll still be scouting, photographing and note-taking while we're out and about. Not to worry.)
2.) I'm working on a project -- I'll tell you later -- which I must finish tout de suite because a lot of people are counting on me, including those whom I love and love me who are on my case every five seconds asking how everything is progressing. (I'm getting to the point where I'm afraid to open e-mails or answer the telephone. Thank goodness none of these people lives near me.)
I, or Cherie, will be posting probably three times a week including the up-coming Transatlantic Parallel feature with Jeanne-Aelia (see Cherie above).
As you can see from the hedline (and, yes that's how we spell it in the "biz") you are now about to be treated to an all-over-the-place day. I have a feeling for the next few weeks you'll be seeing a lot of those kinds of days. I'll do my best to keep you entertained, plus Edith and I have some treats planned.
OK, here we go:
At the top a view from my window as I type this and the driveway I had to slither and slide down to get my hair "broomed" this morning (highlights). It snowed all night.
Chanel's new spring nail polish colors. Everyone is jabbering on about the putty/taupe one on the left, "505 Particuliere." Coward that I am, I'll go for the other two. Hurry-up and finish your gray polish because it's OVER; do you hear me(?) OVER(!)
According to beauty articles everywhere, forget about gloss, use ChapStik or its equivalent on top of your lipstick -- it's supposedly more low-key, chic-er, whatever. Now that means I'll have to sandwich my lipstick between two coats of ChapStik. While researching twice mentioned product I discovered other uses for it of which you too may be unaware:
1.) Eyebrow tamer (mustache too, but let's not go there).
2.) Zipper slicker (?)
3.) Ring remover.
4.) My personal favorite: leather polish.
Get some of these in some form or another from the markdown racks. Sequins, carefully chosen -- may I suggest a jacket, a T-shirt, as in the form of a T-shirt NOT a t-shirt with sequins, don't even think about it, a scarf. They're great investment pieces. Buy in classic style and let the sparkle do the rest.
The jacket is by Dries Van Noten. If you can find some spiffy satin pants, grab 'em. They always come in handy.
Miscellaneous Nothing to Do With Anything:
This Lanvin plastron is the one I would love to own. However, when right beneath the picture one sees the words: "price on demand" that translates loosely something like, "not in this life."
Have you seen these? They're, as you can probably guess, gold Doc Martins. I'm just asking. I do know a woman of an age certain who would wear them in a heartbeat. Why I have no idea, she's just kooky that way and it works for her.