|All the basics in navy blue for the plane: The choice between jeans or navy tuxedo trousers, an extra sweater and into the tote another scarf and your fuchsia Chanel bag which never goes into checked in luggage. See you in Paris tomorrow!|
Metaphorically speaking that is exactly what I am about to do. I’m having lunch in Paris with three blogger friends all of whom, like moi-meme, live in France but not one of us is French.
Meanwhile, as promised, you will be donning your navy blue duds and heading off to the airport to catch the next flight into Charles DeGaulle.
One of the women and I have become close friends over the years and in a conversation with her on Sunday about typography for my new-and-improved blog, which will one day appear in this space, I said to her: “So, how much weight do you think I could lose between now and Wednesday?”
“Probably five-and-a-half kilos,” she said. “However, if you eat absolutely nothing starting right now, maybe seven.”
All joking aside, I really did say that to her and the absurd thought did enter, hover and revisit my mind. How pathetic is that?
Most of the women of a certain age who are representing the products we’re supposed to buy, have had tweaks (or more) and we know it even if some of them continue to lie about their interventions. Jane Fonda for example doesn’t look like Jane Fonda. I always wonder: Who is that woman?
On second thought, I think I’ll opt for Candice Bergen as a role model primarily because she looks happy. It appears she loves life and it shows. Furthermore she still looks like Candice Bergen.
Dashing out the door, with exactly the same numbers on the scale as there were on Sunday, but so very excited about having lunch with these three remarkably talented, intelligent, stylish women. I wonder what they’ll be wearing. . .
As you can see, my instincts are totally and absolutely superficial. . .