Tuesday, April 5, 2011
evaluating the valise wardrobe
As you might know, the weather has been much better than anyone could have dreamed, with numerous days in the high teens, and several in the low 20s posing the biggest challenge to my wardrobe. Even so, I've found my black stretch NYDJ jeans very useful, having washed them three times -- which means they've had six days' wear. The black pencil skirt has made 5 or 6 outings. I'm quite sick of black, I have to say, and although my head tells me it's always au courant, I nonetheless would much prefer to have brought taupes and greys and browns -- requiring a whole extra suitcase, I suspect.
As for my dresses, they've made 2 to 3 outings each, the three of them. By switching between the black patent brogues and the black fitted knee-high boots, as well as by switching up jackets or cardigan, I think I've coaxed sufficient variety out of them -- Pater's the only one in danger of getting bored (besides myself), of course.
I'll also admit that I picked up a pair of black Repettos with a very small square heel -- if I'm regretting anything about this purchase it's that I turned my back on all the wonderful colours -- the nude patent was tough to resist. Mind you, the trip's not over . . .
I also picked up a pair of platinum ballet slippers at a funny little shoe store around the corner which sells a very limited range of what can charitably be called comfort shoes. But the price was reasonable and the soles were thick enough to provide some buffering against the Paris trottoirs. I've already had a day's wear out of these and they do the job very well. And I just had to buy these to wear with the new dress I bought -- also a must-buy to get me through the warm sunny days. Also bought leggings at Monoprix to make this dress work. But it went perfectly with both the purple cardigan I'd brought and the new pale seafoam one I bought at Eric Bompard (somehow, a week after I bought this, it's still in its tissue wrapping -- I'm perversely trying to hold out with my limited wardrobe on this one).
I love this dress, heavy enough silk that a slip isn't required, will dress up or down, with an overall multi-coloured print that is charming rather than overwhelming -- and of which I have two of the colours in matching cardigans to change up the look. The only problem is that the depth of the V required some attention given the bras I'd brought along. So I'm off with a GF today on a lingerie-shopping trip. Seems like the perfect excuse to me for a fabulous day of Paris Retail. Pater came along with us on the trip where we acquired the dress (Andrea's a very charming shopping pimp and directed me to the tiny boutique which carried this Irish line -- she chats happily with all the shop owners and we're always treated well when she's along). He's going to bow out today and enjoy a day reading Le Monde in the cafe and the park, perhaps adding a nap to help fight his fading cold.
We may trip over more shoes while we're out (I've got a Mother-of-the-bride gig ahead to justify them), but I'm wearing my dress to keep us on mission. . . . I'll admit I've only ever bra-shopped on my own so this will be a new experience. How about you? Are you a solo lingerie shopper or is that also a girlfriend outing? Of course, the ultimate would be a shopping trip with K-Line, lingerie blogger par excellence -- and speaking of/to K, here's a teaser: went to a Madame Grès exhibit yesterday and have a zillion photos which I will be posting bit by bit.
Now off I go to meet my GF at the Metro -- a bientôt