Ah the French. For some of us, France is a siren call; wooing us with dreams of champagne, macarons, brie and that certain je ne sais quoi that defies all understanding vis-à-vis fashion.
I am somewhat bored by the plethora of books that would teach the rest of the world how to be more French; the french woman is a product of her culture just as surely as is the American, Canadian, Italian, British, Scottish (insert own country here please and thank you) woman is a product of hers.
But that said, there is something delightful about France and its lifestyle and beauty. Others hear her siren call as well. Why just yesterday, that little scamp Kiera Knightly went and got herself wed in France, near her country home there. Two things bothered me about the wedding: 1) why don't I have a country home in France? and 2) how could any bride be any cuter or carefree than our Kiera?
Fresh off boring me in Anna Karenina, Kiera does not bore in real life! Look at this little dress and funky ray-bans?
And the quintessential southern France town hall where they married...
Well I was with the French on Saturday night, though they were French Canadians (and enterntaining with the same aplomb here in Canada as their European french cousins!). So this morning I got up, feeling slightly worse for wear after the champers, wine and brandy. But I thought I would don my own little homage to France this morning. So out came my little cotton MEXX dress, purchased last summer in advance of my trip to France (but sadly not taken as it takes up a bit of room in a suitcase):
Not my typical colour story, this dress is wearable by me if I pair it with navy, so that there is a flattering colour up by my face. The skirt is fuller than my typical skirt choices, but has pockets and it is quite comfy. On my feet: espadrilles purchased at a supermarket in France that I often wear as a summer slipper around the house. A close-up below:
And as is the case of all things, when a colour story is somewhat drab (okay - qualifier - drab for ME), i just put on the old red lipstick:
It was a glorious day here, but the garden is also kind of drab. Thank goodness for the Magnolias, which are serving as a bright stripe of yellow or lipstick red in an otherwise brown world...
The primroses are very helpful, too...
and the Sorrel and the Lovage in the potager!
So I will continue to love France, though I will be a wee Canadian woman. Our friend Dani BP has a lovely post here that is what a lot of women in Canada wear in the summer when out canoeing or at the camp or cottage. You gotta cover up - not just that it can get cool in the evening, but frankly, the mosquitoes will carry you off, a problem they do not have in France.
How about you, what did you think of Keira's wedding attire and do you ever rock your own inner french woman?
Have a great Monday and Stay Safe out there!
I am somewhat bored by the plethora of books that would teach the rest of the world how to be more French; the french woman is a product of her culture just as surely as is the American, Canadian, Italian, British, Scottish (insert own country here please and thank you) woman is a product of hers.
But that said, there is something delightful about France and its lifestyle and beauty. Others hear her siren call as well. Why just yesterday, that little scamp Kiera Knightly went and got herself wed in France, near her country home there. Two things bothered me about the wedding: 1) why don't I have a country home in France? and 2) how could any bride be any cuter or carefree than our Kiera?
Fresh off boring me in Anna Karenina, Kiera does not bore in real life! Look at this little dress and funky ray-bans?
And the quintessential southern France town hall where they married...
Well I was with the French on Saturday night, though they were French Canadians (and enterntaining with the same aplomb here in Canada as their European french cousins!). So this morning I got up, feeling slightly worse for wear after the champers, wine and brandy. But I thought I would don my own little homage to France this morning. So out came my little cotton MEXX dress, purchased last summer in advance of my trip to France (but sadly not taken as it takes up a bit of room in a suitcase):
Not my typical colour story, this dress is wearable by me if I pair it with navy, so that there is a flattering colour up by my face. The skirt is fuller than my typical skirt choices, but has pockets and it is quite comfy. On my feet: espadrilles purchased at a supermarket in France that I often wear as a summer slipper around the house. A close-up below:
And as is the case of all things, when a colour story is somewhat drab (okay - qualifier - drab for ME), i just put on the old red lipstick:
It was a glorious day here, but the garden is also kind of drab. Thank goodness for the Magnolias, which are serving as a bright stripe of yellow or lipstick red in an otherwise brown world...
and the Sorrel and the Lovage in the potager!
So I will continue to love France, though I will be a wee Canadian woman. Our friend Dani BP has a lovely post here that is what a lot of women in Canada wear in the summer when out canoeing or at the camp or cottage. You gotta cover up - not just that it can get cool in the evening, but frankly, the mosquitoes will carry you off, a problem they do not have in France.
How about you, what did you think of Keira's wedding attire and do you ever rock your own inner french woman?
Have a great Monday and Stay Safe out there!
