Not in a million years would I call myself
chic. I’ve written about things like Good Grooming and Clothes Keeping, but knowing about
such things does not make me chic. I Yam What I Yam. Just this morning
while reading Vicki Archer’s blog French Essence I had to do a fist
punch and exclaim “Yes!” I may have a wee bit of chic in me after all.
Vicki,
an author whose books and blog I enjoy, had a conversation/interview with Tish
Jett, author or the new book Forever Chic, whose blog A Femme d’Un Certain Age is also one of my
favorites. Vicki asked questions about Tish’s life in France, how the book came
about, the blog, and just what makes a French woman so chic. (They are, you
know. Never in my travels in France did I see a woman of any age who wasn’t thoughtfully
turned out when she left her home.)
Vicki asked Tish about her beauty routines, products she couldn’t live
without, and what she carries in her handbag. Ah! One of the things she carries
is “a tiny bottle of my perfume Aromatics Elixir.” Voila! Aromatics Elixir. That’s
my perfume too – when I remember to
wear it.
But just that one
little connection, one thing in common with a woman I admire, makes me think
that maybe somehow I’m on the right track, and just might have just a soupçon of
chic. Ooo la la!
Forever Chic is billed as being
“for
any woman who last saw forty on her speedometer” and that certainly would be
me. The book is on my Christmas Wish List, as is another bottle of the
delicious Aromatics Elixir. Can’t have too much of a good thing.
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