As promised. . . all the details on our shopping adventure chez Babette.
Sharon of the gorgeous blog, My French Country Home, and Susan of the marvelous blog, Une Femme, and I met in the charming town near the village where we live for a gossip-filled lunch and a marathon shopping excursion wherein Sharon and I watched Susan play dress-up.
We had a grand time, cheering her on or suggesting — see the overwhelming flower splashed tunic and the waaaay too big big shirt — that she quickly remove an offensive garment.
I felt rather bad that the very pretty jumpsuit swallowed up her tiny frame. it was a great item, but needed more height to pull it off. It might have worked in a solid color, or maybe not.
I was really pulling for the two jackets, but Susan said the one was too warm for California and the other — the one I particularly liked because of the ribbed sweater cuffs — somehow got discarded.
We can all agree that she made a brilliant decision to scoop up the beige and red print tunic. She opted out of the beige pants, but found a pair of flattering blue trousers instead. “A nice break from jeans, jeans, jeans,” she said.
Just as she was handing over her credit card she saw a gold V-neck t-shirt — absolutely adorable and a great fit — she tossed it on top of her purchases.
That polka dot dress, which she didn’t buy, has been haunting her thoughts. She referred to it as “non-buyers remorse.” (It wasn’t as if we weren’t trying to force her to buy it. We definitely were because it was perfection.)
Fortunately, this story has a happy ending. The dress is in the mail.
On Wednesday the official government regulated soldes begin, which will inevitably draw me back to Babette’s boutique. I saw a pale blue linen sleeveless blouse that will be a lovely birthday present for Drea. Then there is the shoe store next door with all sorts of glittery ballerinas and sandals. . .
We shall see.
And all of this with someone who basically hates to shop. Except it really is fun to watch girlfriends find pretty clothes.