Instead of reaching for a shirt I decided a white t-shirt would be a good choice (as usual) for this very hot day. Then, when I reached into the draw to pull one out there was my collection of marinières well hidden beneath the whites and rather well camouflaged by the navies and the blacks.
In a moment of clarity I realized I really should get onboard with Marie Kondo’s vertical folding method wherein when opening a drawer one can see what’s inside without ruffling through its contents.
Paragraph two was an aside. . .
As I was saying, marinières, I chose one out of the many and immediately felt as if I had made an effort, like I was doing something French. Putting on one of my old standards, as much as I like them, is a reflex whereas a marinière is a decision, if you see what I mean.
It raised the bar: Navy linen trousers, navy and white marinière, gold ballet flats, gold creoles — dressed and ready to take on the world.
As is my wont, I started thinking about all the ways they are always just the right addition to just about any pant or skirt, even a tuxedo (more on that later). To prove my point, I’ve rustled up a few pictures from Figaro Madame and Elle.
My feeling about marinières is that we need not be locked into the strictest definition of blue and white. Striped and long-sleeved fulfils the criteria in my opinion.