Until today, my first and only commitment to the concept of “Fashion and Flowers.”
It’s almost spring and the task this month for our international By Invitation Only members seems more than appropriate: Flowers & Fashion. As you may recall we agree on a subject, flora in this case, and that’s the end of the conversation. Each of us then interprets our “assignment” in what ever way strikes our fancy. To read what everyone has to say on the subject, please visit our leader, Marsha Harris, who will direct you to the rest of our group.
Let me confess, up front: I have a huge problem with flowers and fashion. I have never owned a single piece of clothing — ever — from childhood to today that had anything what-so-ever to do with flowers. Now, that is not to say that I haven’t found flowers absolutely charming on other women. French women in little flowered dresses have mastered the art with panache.
|One of the barrettes I used to hold back my hair in a low ponytail for parties.|
However, I do have a qualifier. For a couple of years I had a major Chanel camellia moment. I have about 15 of them. I have a bunch in white (of course); a couple (very cute) in black and white stripes; a huge one in teal; another in black and then a white one on a grosgrain bow that I wore at the neck of a white satin shirt, exactly like the one above; one as the “buckle” on a ribbon belt; and two others on black grosgrain ribbons attached to large barrettes I clasped to a low ponytail — one black on black, one white on black.
You get the picture. As my Reason-For-Living-In-France says, I’m an “excessif .”
|Indeed. Why not?|
I’m mad about flowers in our garden, pots of them on our porches and bouquets throughout the house, but my attraction stops there. Thus I thought it would be practically impossible for me to address Flowers & Fashion, but when I put my mind to it I discovered to my delight that I was oh-so-wrong.
One way not to go all the way.
I have no valid reason to be afraid of flowers. I realized I would love to wear them on shoes, scarves (curious I never considered scarves before), lingerie (a major statement with zero exposure), and how about the best flower picking of all: Jewelry!?
|You see the tiny stroke of pink in the flower on the palazzo pants? That’s the raison d’être for the Roger Vivier ballerinas.|
You will note too that in my search for flowers I had a swoon moment when I discovered the palazzo pants. I would definitely — you know, if I had the unlikely opportunity — wear the outfit I pulled together. Black cashmere sweater, masses of pearls with the bejewelled Chanel camellia, hanging off of them like a pendant.
Wouldn’t it be divine?