| Would you have ever guessed these boots are from Jimmy Choo?|
Neither did I.
Welcome into my learning curve. As my great pal Pseu,
Une Femme, told me: "You are just going to love doing
these templates. You'll learn in no time. It takes a little practice.
It's like playing paper dolls on a computer."
Well, she was absolutely right. I've sort of figured it
out and now that I have (sort of) I don't want to do anything
else other than put together outfits. Last night MRFLIF asked me
if dinner was scheduled and if so would it be before midnight.
I hope you'll be on board with my latest obsession.
I promise all the outfits, except for today, will be clothes I love
and think work beautifully for women of a certain age,
defined by me as 49 to forever.
I thought I would start my first ensemble with a collection
of what most would consider très, très, French items
that I would never, never, never wear. Twist on a theme if you will.
It's not that I don't appreciate the pieces below and
in fact like them
on other women, but they are so not me
that I would never
wear any of them. OK, we could quibble
over the scarf perhaps
because it's Hermes and it's pretty I suppose,
but it's not me.
I'm not a silk square kind of girl and as I've said,
Hermes is not my thing.
Never, Ever, Ever & Here's Why by tishjett featuring a leather motorcycle jacket
Green nail polish? I just wouldn't. It's ridiculous for me. Leave it for
Red, red lipstick? I think red lipstick is divine -- on others.
On me, as I've said, it's terrifying.
Tête de mort jewelry, I don't think so. Creepy.
By all means, don't agree with me.
|Well, maybe. . . these look they came right out of Karl's closet|
Now for the basics, the very French of it all: a motor cycle jacket
(and this one is from YSL no less), slim jeans and shiny black derbies.
For someone like me: 5'10" and not grass blade slim,
the combo is waaaay to masculine. I would literally
look like I should own a souped up Harley and sidle up
to a bar in a Hell's Angels equivalent in Pigalle
(or wherever, I'm not really up on these things).
The jeans are really quite chic I think, but unlike the rest of the women
in the world I've never embraced jeans. Now I'm beginning to wonder why.
I'm re-thinking the question.
Ed. Note: You'll notice that my learning curve didn't include properly lining up my text. Years ago I saw a hilarious cartoon -- it's funnier in the seeing than in the telling -- with a man teaching another man how to throw knives at an assistant in the circus. All of the knives the "student" threw at the assistant were in the assistant. The teacher said, "Excellent, now we'll work on aim."
Now I'll work on the rest. . .