It is freeeeeezing and raining here, nevertheless Edith and I decided it was time to get out of our closets and hit the streets, albeit virtually.
This week I chose real, buyable pieces to add to yes, what’s already in our placards, but at least you too have the option of not buying these items as we did (or didn’t). Still, we might have even though Edith said she wouldn’t spend a single centime on the rosy beige peasant-y silk blouse from Comptoir des Contonniers. I pointed out to her it could be worn for day or night, hiked up or down, depending upon one’s hip situation, and you can even tuck it in as shown during the runway presentation, but she would have none of it.
I believe she has made a serious fashion misjudgement, but I didn’t belabor the point.
She reluctantly decided to wear it with a pair of red linen trousers and a scarf doing double-duty as a belt. She does not own the sandals she has drawn, but is on the lookout for them. (Just to be nice, I painted her toenails.)
I’m wearing my new blouse, which I would like to own, with an ancient black linen skirt I never wear and a huge floppy black Chanel camellia, which on second thought I’m not sure was a brilliant decision.
The long, filmy linen skirt is from Antik Batik in a lilac — upon which I wouldn’t spend one centime and would return it if someone gave it to me — and also a creamy ecru color which Edith turned into gray. If it actually existed in gray I would already own it in the real world. Never mind.
Edith teamed hers with a plum floral top which as far as I’m concerned looks quite a bit like a peasant blouse, but I didn’t say anything. My regretfully non-existent gray linen skirt is worn with a long silk and cotton V-neck sweater from somewhere or other, maybe J.Crew — maybe not. It’s double tied with a gray grosgrain ribbon — or would be if I owned the skirt. . .