|The gorgeous Alexander McQueen blouse is a pale, pale pink. The belt is there as a choice: To belt or not to belt, that is the question (maybe not?).|
My dance card, ever since my last name has not been hyphenated with some major publication, remains woefully empty.
I remember once in my early 20s, when I was the Midwest bureau chief for Women’s Wear Daily and W, I received a telephone call from an international socialite whom I knew solely from meeting her at parties. Breathlessly (it seemed) she practically whispered into the phone: “I’m having a very private, very small birthday party and I so want you to be there.” She actually said — and this should have tipped me off — that “the party wouldn’t be the same without you.”
Remember, I was probably 25-years-old and all I could think in the fleeting moment before reality came crashing in: “I had no idea I was so fascinating, beautiful, desirable, unique. . .”
Then she said: “And will you be bringing a photographer?”
I almost laughed. Even then I “got it” and ever since I’ve been enormously grateful to her for teaching me a great lesson in life: “Get over yourself.”
|Two basic pieces, a beige silk blouse and a classic pencil skirt, with choices for belts, earrings and shoes .|
Tonight however I do have a cocktail party on my agenda. I’ll take my camera and if I can muster up my nerve I’ll ask women if I can take their pictures and then tell you all about the evening tomorrow. I could bolster my courage with a coupe I’m sure.
In the meantime, to entertain you, a couple of very Parisian possibilities for a cocktail party.
Now I have to figure out what I’ll be wearing. Most certainly something in black. . .