Despite the unlimited virtual credit we have on our cards allowing us to indulge in the most frivolous follies, this week I opted for one wear-for-the-rest-of-our-lives YSL school uniform pleated skirt (at a one semester at Harvard price tag no doubt) and a low-key frou–frou embellished shell from Miu Miu which has long-term pluck out of the closet for any occasion potential.
You know the game: I choose, Edith either argues or submits, we take the pieces back to our armoires and mix them up with what we already own. Then Edith draws them. If she’s in a testy mood she makes me gain weight and herself lose it — virtually speaking of course, as is the entire exercise. Except we really do own the clothes we use to extend our faux purchases. And as you can see, one of us was on a regime, the other wasn’t. Merci beaucoup, Edith.
On top, Edith put her Miu Miu with a brown felt skirt trimmed in velvet and her boots, which you’ve seen before. I put mine with my vanilla Chanel skirt, which you have also seen before, a camel cashmere shawl to cover those pesky upper arms and my gold and black Chanel shoes.
Above, and I quote: “I put the YSL skirt with an old jacket which looks like Saint Lauret, but isn’t; a gray turtleneck; red tights and my new bottines.” My get-up includes: a black cashmere T-shirt; gray boyfriend sweater (Edith forgot the buttons) and another of my new scarves — one side gray, the other black — just pretend for the side Edith made into some sort of tan-ish hue instead of gray.