A friend of mine, an American who has lived in Paris most of her life and is prone to dark moods and depression, explained to me at length the other day how this winter is the worst, grayest, longest, most energy sapping one she can remember.
I don't find that to be the case, in fact not at all. French Elle, it seems however, may agree with her -- or more likely, in the case of the magazine it's simply a mid-season editorial gambit: "adding some color to your neutrals."
Above: Top, top, skirt from Asos; a collection of Mulberry bags; a to die for Yves Saint Laurent dress; a dopey Top Shop blouse in mustard yellow (in case you didn't notice the color); a yummy suede jacket from Jerome Dreyfus and -- surprise, surprise -- Repetto ballerines.
The fashion people seem hung-up on various tones of yellow from the, what I consider very difficult mustard family to brighter versions all the while avoiding outright lemon. On offer was an inexpensive yellow pencil skirt paired with a black sweater and black opaque tights -- very cute I think and on the right woman ageless. The best part of this combo was the fact the yellow was a torso length away from the face where, in my opinion, in most cases is exactly where yellow belongs.
I have, btw, changed my opinion about yellow bags. I think you've convinced me, although I'm not presently in the market for one.
Other News. . .
My lavender, microwaveable replacement Teddy was delivered on Saturday. It's true, he must be a cousin of the late Ted because they don't look like twins.
FYI, I have ordered two (yes TWO!) Teddy Bears for the giveaway. For those who have not told me if you would like to participate, please tell me now.
My cough medicine is making me hallucinate. It's sort of pleasantly unpleasant. (Thought I would mention this in case what I'm saying makes no sense.)
Off to Paris. . . A demain.