|Source: Daily Mail via Inge's blog|
|Source: Daily Mail, via Inge's Blog|
Begone what my youngest Cy, 8, calls my scary-bone neck! Welcome: eternal goldy tan, non-bobbly thighs and nice knees! With The Elle blouse I could be picking up Cy from carpentry camp but look like I've just been hit the sandy shores after yakking all night with celeb peeps who are famous, but in a disarmingly bohemian and eco way. Where did you find it Elle? (Anyone who knows her, tell her to get on the blower to me). Could have easily have been a 5 euro find at the beach markets...or 500 euros at Harvey Nicks.
For the past five years I've had my one cover-up stand-by but it's not The Elle...
|Wonder why I'm standing in the vege patch...Elle wouldn't do that...|
Last week in France, land of charming blouses, I thought I hit le motherlode with these two tops...I would like to say I bought them from a little known artisan selling her wares in a cobbled alley but actually they came from the 50% off sales at Galleries Lafayette, a big department store.
|Blouse: Paul and Joe Sister...white jandals bit dorky, Elle wouldn't wear those...|
|Blouse: Gerard Darel. Nothing in the glass, saving calories like Elle|
The irony of all this: I have been wearing my new wanna-be Elle blouses with my beloved old rattered Joie shorts and Kasil jeans, neither of which I can bear to throw away. Both have at least five holes in each. (In France my mother said to my husband: "Have you noticed whatever Jody wears you can see either her bum or her underwear?)