Beige

I've been voyeuristically enjoying all the stuff that lately's been written about French Women, not that it's new. I read the book, 'Why French Women Don't get Fat' probably a couple of years ago. According to the author, they only eat half of what is on their plate. I copied them, & lost six kilos.
I have a lot of views about the French even though I hardly know a French person & I haven't been to France since 1974. There's a proper French school in Sydney. It strictly follows the French curriculum & has the long summer vacation the middle of Sydney's winter. Maybe if you're truly French, it's always summer in July regardless of where you live in the world.
Some of my students were telling me that Baz Luhrmann, the director has sent his offspring there. What a wank, I say!
French Women Fever has really turned up a notch since that silly French President married Carla Bruni. I inwardly groaned when I read a headline calling her 'The New Grace Kelly' after she visited Britain & charmed the pants of Prince Philip who is now half-dead in hospital. I've posted a photo of her from my favourite blog The Thoughtful Dresser
Karl Lagerfeld doesn't think much of French women after they hit a certain age. According to Kaiser Karl, once they get older, on goes the beige. Yesterday, in honour of Older French Women, I decided to wear beige myself, something I've never consciously done before. To my surprise it was quite enjoyable. I wore a completely thrifted outfit - a vintage 'Spinelli' Italian knit dress & a beige knit cardigan. In fact, I enjoyed wearing beige so much that I'd like to go a whole week wearing nothing else. How thrilling!!

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