Thwarted again. This time by divine Divine intervention. We’ve been blessed with more days of summer. Our weather is outdoor swimming temperature gorgeous.
I’m not complaining. The tomatoes are thriving; the roses are happy; the Hortensia is holding its own; the lavender is still silvery mauve; every day, under a prickly leaf I find a big, fat cucumber; the herbs are growing like weeds and our baby four-year-old plum tree is producing fruit by the bushelful.
However, this bounty of beauty does compromise my plans for today’s post. If you remember, or if you scroll back to the subject proposal for today: “A Week in Photos With Babette” you can rightly assume I was expecting Babette, as she always does, to be modeling her new fall fare.
Mais au contraire. She and Stephanie, who works with her, were wearing sundresses and other sundry summery frocks.
Last Saturday we had a break in the weather, i.e. it was autumnal so I ran in and snapped these two shots.
The dress pictured above was a hit and run yesterday because Babette was in a light linen number that didn’t correspond to my needs. (Sorry about the quality of the picture. I’m learning as I go.) I think the dress is great, note the detail of the reverse side of the silk at the hem and neck. You know the story: details, details, details — they make all the difference. And of course empire is flattering for many figures.
Stephanie is wearing a gray — major, major color as you know — silk floaty number and Babette is in a gray and navy — another major color — cotton and wool blend dress with a slightly raised waistline which makes it easy to wear and extremely kind for those who have hip/thigh issues (and everyone else for that matter). Actually both dresses hide a multitude of trouble spots if necessary.
The dress hanging next to Babette is the gray version of the one she’s wearing, in case anyone is terrified of horizontal lines. . .
Babette is not an haricot vert as they say over here. She is normal, natural, make-up free, very pretty, as you can see, and nonchalant comfortable in her skin. I asked her to try on a pencil skirt and silk plaid blouse/jacket affair on display in the window so I could photograph her in it. She declined, explaining that it’s not her style. She bought it for customers on whom she said it would look perfect. “But not me.”