No time for chit-chat. Thanks to seven days in her favorite spa, six days of antibiotics and lots of hot lemon with honey, Cherie is back on her feet and in her Viviers. One mentions this in passing knowing you were no doubt sick with worry. Now you can relax and enjoy your up-coming weekend in the knowledge that Cherie is en pleine forme, merci beaucoup.
Let's get to your concerns. Cherie has places to go, people to see.
Q: Mme. Mother-of-the-Groom: Dear, dear Cherie, I need your help. What shall I wear? How will I decide? Help!
A: Dear MOG, Cherie takes your concerns tres, tres seriously -- that's why she is not responding to them today. As you can imagine, Cherie has all the answers, but she wishes to spend more time on the subject -- an entire post perhaps (?) Please re-pose your question and you will be, as always, delighted with Cherie's stylish solutions.
Q: Mme. G: Chere Cherie, What do you think about scarves?
A: Is Cherie being punked here or what? (Cherie, whose first language is French, just learned this bizarre expression and has been dying to find a way and a place to use it. This question seemed more than appropriate. It's a new form of American English argot, n'est-ce pas?)
If its use is vulgar or ordinaire, please advise immediately, Cherie holds herself to the highest standards when speaking her second language. Merci par avance. Perhaps it is amusant?
Let's assume you are serious regarding your question however, because if there is one thing Cherie hates, it's to waste her precious time.
Cherie loves scarves, Cherie has a closet devoted solely to scarves and shawls, Cherie believes if one does not wish to go all the way in a season, it's always reasonable to go all the way with scarves.
Above are pictures stolen (borrowed) from You-Know-Who, who apparently intends to go into Paris today. Cherie intends to pack for a fun-filled weekend in Normandy today.