Eh, oui. We all know what that means: Mercredi Pot-Pourri, something went wrong in the best laid plans department.
Some of you charming readers have said you like days filled with this and that and whatever, well today is your day. We're going all over the place.
Oh yes, a petite explanation: Normally when things move along as hoped, this is the day Edith and I consult and concoct creations from our closets. It didn't happen this week, although it will next Wednesday. Scheduling conflicts and all that. . .
If you haven't already seen the pictures of 52-years-old-in-April, French actress, singer, (nude dancer last year at the Crazy Horse) and wife of the very intellectual philosopher Bernard-Henri Lévy, Arielle Dombasle, on Jean-Paul Gaultier's haute couture runway, here you go. . . I wouldn't want you to miss out on this treat.
Look at these Sonia Rykiel numbers that cost nothing, in a special collection for H&M. I'd get in line if it weren't for all those horizontal stripes. Actually the sweaters are definitely doable, quite smart in fact, and those mico-minis (?) they could easily morph into tube tops. . .
If you like your bijoux to be conversation worthy ice-breakers and you don't have the wherewithal or the family jewels to dazzle with something huge and real, you could always turn to "Miss Bibi" who can be relied upon to draw curious stares, if not necessarily awe and avarice. Note pasta earrings and robinet (faucet) brooch -- not your everyday embellishments, n'est-ce pas?
She also makes a petit homme sitting on a ring. You'll never guess what he's wearing -- a marinière.
And speaking of marinières -- for the 100th time -- isn't this cardigan from Sandro adorable? It gives you soooo many more options while staying on the major sailor t-shirt fashion message. What more could a girl want?
Everywhere I look over here we are being told to ease into spring with a mini flower printed something or other. My cupboards are bare. I'm not a petite flower kind of femme. However, and in my fashion book there is always a however, i.e. a compromise: I vote for a scarf. Now that, I have. If you're more girly, either pull something out of your closet or get a lead on the season and buy a blouse, maybe something in a Liberty print?
And finally, so way off subject that I couldn't even imagine a transition, I've been longing to mention this for months and have never quite found a place to do so.
It's about names, the names parents give their children in France. I've chosen at random from the birth, weddings and engagement pages of Le Figaro newspaper. This definitely expands possibilities for those searching for unusual monikers for their little bundles of joy. Philistine that I am, half the time I don't know whether someone has given birth to a girl or a boy.
Automne (pretty, I think)