Dashing off to Paris for a luncheon meeting, with — are you ready for this (?) — a diet doctor. Well, he has to eat. This should be interesting.
To keep you entertained while I drink water and un-dressed greens, I thought I would offer you an a la carte selection of this and that.
Would You, Could You, Should You. . .
consider wearing a transparent blouse?
|Zadig & Voltaire|
They are lovely in their filmy, feminine lightness and they are very of the moment. Even a strictly cut shirt takes on a different personality when one can see through to the skin.
Let’s say we would, we could and why shouldn’t we? Just add a camisole. I’m assuming we are beyond the age of complete bareness and that rather bizarre “just the bra” look that, for me at least, ruins the whole effect.
Look What I Found
He was wandering and weaving dangerously between moving vehicles in that way dogs do when looking for their masters. They somehow seem oblivious to the dangers of cars, their minds are elsewhere, their heads are up and searching.
As I’ve done many times in the past, I slammed on my brakes, punched on my flashing hazard lights and leapt out of the car. When I called he came and threw himself into my arms. I loaded him into the car and handed him over to My-Reason-For-Living-In-France who promptly said, “You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking are you?”
“Of course not,” I replied. (I was, sort of, but the sweet little thing, a mere puppy, had a collar so I figured he probably wasn’t up for adoption.)
We took him to the veterinarian in the town near ours where I’ve taken two other dogs I’ve found in the past. We discovered he had neither a tattoo nor one of those electronic thingies. I left my name and telephone number to be contacted if the owner didn’t show up.
Yesterday the veterinarian called to say his owner took him home and to thank me for rescuing him.
The curious thing is that in all three of my dog saving cases, including one where the dog was involved in a hit-and-run accident, never have I gotten a call from the owners. As MRFLIF remarked, “If someone saved one of your dogs you’d probably buy them a new car.”
Maybe a bicycle.
C’est la vie.