Are you thinking, “This is a no-brainer?”
I suppose that almost anything with some form of white blouse or shirt can be thought of in that way, but I wonder whether young women in other countries are as attracted to the possibilities of that do anything, go anywhere chemise blanche as French girls are.
Since I’m off to Paris today, I decided to do a repeat of yesterday’s post, one look for the three generations of our French family. As I look at the outfit I’m wondering whether grand-mère, mère and la fille will like that bubble gum hued nail polish. I thought it was fun when I first saw it, now I’m not so sure.
It’s been a while since we have hypothetically worn a pair of classic old-fashioned sneakers in this space so I decided to throw in a pair of Keds. They seem so sweet and un-clunky compared to all the heavy-duty sport shoes we’re supposed to love these days.
I remember my wonderful summer camp days in my Keds. I’ll have to tell you about the very special summer camp my friends and I went to growing up outside Niagara Falls, NY. We were invited by written invitation.
Back on message: I love Keds. They’re sort of like the ballerinas of sport shoes. (I know, what-ev-er. . .)
OK, I’m off to Paris. A demain.