Since you didn't ask, oui, oui, oui, Cherie had a divine time in Saint--Tropez last weekend. One cannot say it was restful because Cherie is always invited everywhere. Sometimes it is a strain keeping the smile in place, of course the style is always in place.
When Cherie is tres fatigued she will ask one of the men sitting on either side of her a question about himself and rest in peace. He will natter on for hours; they all do.
This weekend once again Cherie is in a rush, she was invited to Portofino, but it was simply too complicated so she gracefully declined. Instead it's off to friends who have a spectacular place (and one of those big boats) on Cap Ferrat.
So, let's get down to business: your questions.
Q: Mme. J: Dear Cherie, This in between time is always so difficult for me in the upper, upper northern reaches of the United States. Put simply, my feet get cold. It's too early to bring out the boots; ballerines look 'off' when not donned with bare feet; I'm ready to retire my sandals for the season, what can I do? Help!
A: Dear Mme. J: Socks.
(Cherie is neither supporting, condoning or commenting -- merely passing on information, fashion news if you will.)
From the top: Dolce & Gabanna (what's with those scary legs?), Marc by Marc Jacobs, Marc Jacobs and Prada.
Q: Mme. F: Dear Cherie, I see You-Know-Who caused quite a raucus in the ranks the other day when she showed all those pleated pants from the admittedly fab-u-lous Chloé collection. I was just wondering, where do you stand on the pleats? Also, does or rather can You-Know-Who wear them?
A: Dear Mme. F: Cherie dabbles in them from time-to-time. You-Know-Who doesn't and shouldn't. For those who are in the same bateau as she, Cherie has spent an inordinate amount of her precious time sifting through the collections and beyond to offer alternatives.
Pictured: a pair from Talbot's bookended by two pairs from Marc Jacobs for example. There are lots more out there, but Cherie has better things to do than your shopping.
By-the-by, if you don't own gray flannels -- it wouldn't hurt to have more than one pair for heaven's sake, as Mere always said -- get them now before they are sold out. A well-dressed femme of any age cannot call herself elegant without them.
Q: Mme. K: Dear, dear Cherie, Just a quickie, probably you know better than anyone how annoying You-Know-Who can be, but she told us she would keep us au courant on her bronzage project and not a word. Do you have any updates?
A: Dear Mme. K, You can say that again, the part about YKW being annoying.
Let's get this subject off the table. Yes, she has been spraying her face every night (apparently she covers her highlights with a shower cap -- how chic. . .), she then follows the directions which say to move the mist around the visage in a circular rotation. (Is that redundant? Whatever)
Thus the problem, one is obliged to close one's eyes.
Does Cherie need to paint a picture here? Her face is more or less bronzé and so is half of her neck. It looks like her neck is dirty. It's a look.