Indian summer flowers by the Seine, Paris.
In between routine doctors' appointments Monday, my design student daughter and I went shopping. Yes, there were shoes involved. Gleaming black patent leather heels with little double straps. And handbags: pale blue-grey suede from Italy, so soft and supple, you want to use them for a pillow and rest your weary bones. Because after hours in elegant Paris boutiques and department stores with the master shopper (uh, that would be Jordana), one might need to lie down. The dizzying array of gorgeous clothes - many reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn's Two for the Road look in 1967 or Twiggy's clothes in the late '60s and early '70s - began to blur, as my blood sugar plummeted (we skipped lunch, in favour of shopping).
I was surprised to see women who looked older than I trying on clothes clearly designed for younger women. Then I realised the women weren't necessarily older - their faces just looked it, because they'd spent much of the summer lounging seaside sans sunscreen!
Disappointingly, the largest size I saw on the clothing racks was typically equivalent to a US size 4. Just in case you're not so slender (that would be me), the thoughtful people at Printemps rather sadistically installed a Laduree macaroon cart right in the middle of the chicest boutiques! Do they really want people walking around with sticky fingers, then pawing through racks of expensive clothes? Of course, not a single thin Parisienne woman would be caught dead anywhere near the macaroons, so I, too, resisted.
Today we are off on more intellectual pursuits, namely le Musée de l'Institut du Monde Arabe. Check back later for another post.
"O miserable abundance!" comes to mind, thinking of a full macaroon cart right in the middle of a botique that should have written large "No one over size 4 shall enter!" over the entrance anyway. ;-)
Posted by: Merisi's Vienna | 06 September 2007 at 15:01
Great reading Tara, loved the pic too. :)
Posted by: robyn | 05 September 2007 at 20:35
Love and hugs and smiles across the miles.
I love all that you share.
Love Jeanne ^j^
Posted by: Jeanne | 05 September 2007 at 19:23
holy cow - i had no idea you had returned and look at all that I have missed!
I think older women buy younger styles because that is all there is to stay in fashion. who wants to go to the other side of the store and look at the oversized clothes that have remained in style for decades>
the guy in lavendar paint reminded me of going to sf this weekend and seeing a guy dipped in silver; standing on a box at pier 39 dancing to michael jackson
Posted by: AscenderRisesAbove | 05 September 2007 at 17:05
Last year i was a size 4...uh I am not this year! I must have been standing next to the macaroon cart! Yikes! I have been halfheartedly trying to lose all this so I can get back to 4. That will take some time! waaaa!
Posted by: Pam Aries | 05 September 2007 at 14:35
Chuckling at the Ladurée cart -- how totally sadistic of them to put it there. I, too, continue to be dismayed at my lack of ability to buy anything here other than scarves and handbags (I bought several at Monoprix yesterday) because my zoftig curves don't fit the minute sizes here. It's like all of Paris is sized for "juniors" or Calista Flockhart. I even have trouble with the shoes as the average French woman's foot is ALSO clearly skinnier than my wide American pied.
Posted by: The Bold Soul | 05 September 2007 at 11:19
Have fun with your daughter. And I think I too would struggle shopping in the Paris. Sigh ...
Posted by: lacithecat | 05 September 2007 at 09:10
Alas, I am not very french after all these years here. I would have eaten the macaroon :)
Posted by: meredith | 05 September 2007 at 09:02
Tara I love this photo .
Posted by: yolanda | 05 September 2007 at 08:18
Meant to tell you - the flower photo is lovely! xo
(and hang in there - I know what it is to shop with daughters - fun, but exhausting!)
Posted by: tinker | 05 September 2007 at 07:06
I'm not sure I ever fit in a size 4, even when I WAS four! Especially without lunch, I think I might have been tempted to snag a macaroon - at least on the way out of the store, lol. xo
Posted by: tinker | 05 September 2007 at 07:04
Hmmm, that would be a tough choice. But seeing as I love Laduree macarons...and I certainly don't fit in a size 4....well you do the math ;)
Posted by: My Melange | 05 September 2007 at 04:54
You resisted macaroons!! Just think you could have had a feast with ~those skinnys~ staying clear!
Tsk tsk no sunblock...wait until they are closer to our age!The sins of youth come back to haunt!
Loved the flower image! Truly autumns gleam!! hugs NG
Posted by: naturegirl | 05 September 2007 at 04:43
Tara, we NEED photos of those shoes and bags we just cannot have and the macaroons, well, words escape me but the desperation does not.... V xxx
Tara responds:
OK, Vida, will get some posted later this week! :)
Posted by: Vida | 05 September 2007 at 01:22
Hi Tara, looks like Jordana is wearing out mom. LOL One Macaroon wouldn't hurt after all that! Great pic. XXOO
Tara responds:
We're having fun! But who could stop with just one macaroon? Better not to go there! :)
Posted by: Tammy | 05 September 2007 at 00:18
wonderful photos and musings...love catching up...missed you while i was gone...blessings, rebecca
Posted by: Cre8Tiva | 04 September 2007 at 23:14
Size 4 is the largest size? Holy Moley!!!! Sun, Cigarettes, wine... That is the life, as they say.. But is it?? That is the million dollar question.. Now, hand me one of those macaroons.. hee hee... xxxooo
Posted by: A Fanciful Twist | 04 September 2007 at 22:35
Ah! Extra unwanted pounds that seem to attract macaroons. I too, suffer from this syndrome. I get frustrated shopping for clothes, everything is designed for 17 year olds with no hips!
xo
Blue
Tara responds:
...which is why I buy only handbags and shoes in Paris - and the occasional scarf.
Posted by: Gillian @ Indigo Blue | 04 September 2007 at 22:26
You guessed correctly with the vacuum and the rest of the story is on the blog.
I'm convinced that smoking and lounging in the sun without protection is just old looking, making. Yet, I have friends who are still in their 40's who look older than I do because of those things. Go figure!
Posted by: Mary T. | 04 September 2007 at 22:07
Ooh I would love to have seen those shoesand handbags!!! And what willpower some people have resisting Laduree!! Not sure I have the self-discipline....
Posted by: Sophiehoneysuckle | 04 September 2007 at 19:59
it looks like you had a great shopping day with jordana. the flowers à l'été indien look very beautiful in the last sun rays of paris summer.
Posted by: marita | 04 September 2007 at 19:54
Sounds like a wonderful day with Jordana! Her big girl "Mary Jane's" sound fabulous, so does the suede handbag. Now, about the macaroon dilemma. I would have had to embarrass you both if you had invited me along and helped myself to a few. ;-) o !! Sweets is where I would have to jump over the etiquette line, even the invisible Paris line!
Posted by: rochambeau | 04 September 2007 at 19:46
What fun you must be having! I would be awfully depressed at clothing no larger than size 4 (espeically since I used to wear that size once upon a time!) But I would happily make up for it with the purses :)
Enjoy!
Posted by: Becca | 04 September 2007 at 16:47
In Paris I might expect only tiny sizes for tiny people, on my last trip there in 2006 women were the size of a popsicle stick. Sadly though - here in Canada, there are some stores that a size large won't fit me ( American size 8 )!! It can be depressing. I think I might have opted for the macarons.
Melissa
Posted by: melissa | 04 September 2007 at 16:21
I'm very happy you received your crown . I can' wait for your post about l'institut du monde arabe . it is one of my favorite spot in Paris . I love its architecture
Posted by: Mélanie | 04 September 2007 at 15:54
Oh dear, I don't know whether to thank you or not for these wonderful images you present of Paris, shopping (exhausting or not) macarons, one of my favourite museums, gorgeous flowers by the Seine. . . Here I am on the wet Canadian West Coast heading back to classes. . . Would I rather be in Paris? Next spring's visit seems so far away.
Posted by: materfamilias | 04 September 2007 at 15:24