OK, I’m back, feeling great and not having eaten anything for 36 hours, also feeling there’s no time like the present to get back on my regime. Why should I pay lots of Euros for detox liquids at the pharmacy when I can so easily catch some random bug and let nature take its course? Best of all I’m not hungry and what good luck; this is the perfect season to be on a diet because delicious fruits and veggies are everywhere even in my own backyard (!)
Enough about me. Or rather enough about that subject.
If you’ve been with me since last Friday when I promised to get back to you upon my return from Paris, you may recall I mentioned we are now in full-throttle soldes, i.e. markdowns. This is always a dangerous time because one so often falls prey to that “oh, it’s 50 percent off; I don’t really love it, love it; but if I don’t buy it this instant I might regret it for the rest of my life and of course it’s 50 percent off” syndrome.
Luckily the bug was sneaking up on me and I didn’t have time to do anything rash, however — yes, feeling woozy or not there is always a however in these sagas. I think I’m having a serious emotional pull toward the Kenneth Jay Lane brooch pictured above.
I first saw it while perusing the Net searching for examples of lovely clothes and accessories in blue (very big, obviously, or I wouldn’t be talking about it), which I was preparing for a future post. I thought hmmm, I really, really like this thing. Then on Monday last, I saw it for real in Paris and thought, hmmm, yes I really do. On Friday I almost bought it. The woman in the boutique said to me: “It’s so Jackie Kennedy, you know she had one just like it.” Nope, I didn’t know that. One way or the other that news does not weigh into my decision.
I’m going back to Paris on Tuesday and between now and then I have to reconcile myself to my one tiny qualm about what I otherwise think is a gorgeous, never in or out of fashion (perhaps investment in that case?) bauble. I think all the faux, rounded turquoise stones are perfect, but here’s my hesitation: Do I really like the big, fat blue rhinestone smack in the middle, and why didn’t he keep going with the faux turquoise? (Then again, maybe everyone will think it’s an aquamarine or a blue topaz — I just thought of that.)
The question about whether I need it or not is moot. Who needs a brooch?