|Grandmother’s earrings will come out of the vault.
Grand-mère gave them to her on her twenty-first birthday.
My great pal Pseu, creator of the brilliant blog Une Femme d’Un
|She borrowed her mother’s Verdura gold and diamond starburst cuff, simply because
it is the perfect accessory.
My Parisienne decided to pull out all the stops. Normally she would turn to her “I can never go wrong” midnight blue Yves Saint Laurent tuxedo teamed with a white shirt or a T-shirt, or just a lacy bra, or even separate
the jacket from the pants and wear it with jeans, but she’s bored with all that for the moment. Besides, this is the big party on her calendar, there will be lots of major dress up competition on display and she has already worn the tuxedo in all its myriad possibilities several times over the past few weeks. She yearns for something spectacular, and yet at the same time refined, unexpected and unspeakably elegant.
She did decide to start with a pair of her tuxedo trousers however. “What better option than that?” she thought.
She wants to shine, but she abhors glitz. Bling is anathema to her. And, of course, she knows precisely how to accomplish her goal.
As you know, it’s always all about the details and les femmes françaises are masters of the art. No detail is too small or too insignificant.
|On her lips the what could be more au courant and holiday festive then the very merry berry YSL Rose Perfecto Rouge Pur Couture.|
|On her nails a lady-like, “finish” in the subtly pretty and classically understated French favorite, Ballerina, from Chanel.|
She had her hair cut and colored weeks ago knowing she wouldn’t have time to deal with those time consuming chores during the holidays. And, chances are, she had a quick blow-dry the day before the party. The last impression she would want to give is that she was trying too hard or that she had her hair done specifically for the evening.