|I'll take this Celine dress please: one each in black, navy, gray and the color above. Merci par avance.|
Autumn is my favorite season. When I was a child, my parents and I would fly from Buffalo, NY, to New York City to shop for my back-to-school clothes -- we stayed in a hotel (!), room service (!) just like Eloise, a play, a musical, dinners in restaurants (!) -- it was almost too much excitement for a little girl. I loved every second of it.
My parents were older and I think they often forgot I wasn't a miniature adult. Lucky me.
My mother guided me so gently in the proper vestment direction that I thought I made all my own wardrobe decisions. Then my father would tell me what extraordinary taste I had and how divine I looked in my new clothes which called for a celebratory dinner en famille in some swank restaurant.
I think, scientifically speaking, this is called "imprinting." In any case, the experience made an enormous and lasting impression upon me.
|Celine. Note the leather detail on the sleeves. That's what sets it apart.|
|A classic, an investment, but if choosing between this Celine and the one above, I'd take the one above.|
|Dear Mr. Armani, Would you be so kind as to let down the hem on the pants? I'll take the suit. Thank you so much; it's perfection.|
|Giorgio Armani -- just the jacket.|
|Hermes. Maybe not, but it is pretty.|
|Nina Ricci. So not me, but I'll try it to see whether I can break out of my mold.|
Very French indeed.
|Louis Vuitton. Skirts only. You probably think I would take the black, but I wouldn't. I'd take the blue. (I already have a black sequined evening skirt.)|
**An Explanation: Yes, I had planned an entirely different "Reveal" for today -- you know I would never trick you with taunts and teases. I had to postpone it because two important elements are missing. I promise to keep you au courant. I apologize.