Sad, but true: this is the last week of les soldes in France. Not that there is anything left to buy at the bottom of the bins, but that’s another story.
As you may know, laws apply to this twice yearly ritual. Specific dates are set for markdowns and their duration in January and July.
Ever au courant, I thought they were over last week, but no (!) we have four more days. As you can imagine I’ll be waist deep in boxes, barrels and baskets on Friday.
(A dear friend is coming to Paris tomorrow. She can dip in with me. She claims to have no money so I explained to her she couldn’t arrive at a better time.)
Working on the premise that even those of us, ahem, who see a 70 or 80 percent markdown on a price tag would probably buy one sock, I decided to rise above my baser instincts and suggested to Edith that we pretend again.
We each chose two ensembles we would have bought, if we could have bought them, realizing even with an 80 percent reduction they probably continued to hover in the four digit neighborhood.
These are our final virtual finds of the season:
1.) Edith’s one-shoulder gown from Ralph Lauren.
2.) My Brioni skirt and jacket.
3.) Edith’s Hermes ensemble.
4.) My empire-ish tweed dress from Burberry. (They may look like little white dots, but they’re not. It’s a sophisticated tweed.)
While I’m on the subject of clarification: You can see Edith got out of hand again. She knows I would never wear short boots with my dress — she would, she’s French — I would choose opaque tights and low heels or high boots. Honestly, if I don’t keep my eye on her every second she goes to extremes with her artistic license.
Next week we’ve decided to return to our closets to see what we can resurrect and re-mix into something new and exciting to pick-up our winter-weary spirits.