In Part 3, the last post in this collaborative series between Jennifer Connolly (“A Well Styled Life”) and myself (“The French Touch”), I offer what I think are much better choices. I hope you will agree.
Look Your Best
|Mme Mère (a/k/a Isabelle) 1916-2013|
|Courtesy of Dance with Heidi|
Mme Mère spent the last six years of her life in a nursing home. She died peacefully in her sleep, just short of her 97th birthday. The day I gathered up her personal effects was bittersweet. One by one, staff and residents stopped by her little room to tell me how much they would miss her and how much they had learned from her.
|I Love Paris|
My gorgeous friend Carla, a fellow femme d’un certain âge, is one of the most beautiful and stylish women it has been my privilege to know. She is part of a circle of friends I call the Culture Vultures. If there’s an opera, a ballet, a concert or an art exhibit anywhere, we’re all over it.
Carla went to college and law school after raising her children, becoming a Partner in one of the City’s most prestigious law firms. When she retired from the practice of law, she signed on to be a docent at the local Art Museum and discovered a passion for Japanese Art. She shares that passion and knowledge in her guided tours. When Carla is working on presentations for a new exhibit, she often tries them out on us first. How lucky can a Culture Vulture get!! I've learned so much from her.
“So, how was Paris?” I asked.
“It was wonderful! I actually got admiring glances from men – even the young ones! I feel like a new woman!”
Remember those three powerful messages the well-dressed woman sends? Well, the Frenchman gets them loud and clear – no translation needed – and shows his appreciation in a lingering look or a quick glance.
Don’t Forget Your Lipstick
|High Tea at St. Mary's - Mme Mère (in the foreground) Sings Accompanied by Rose on the Violin. I'm on the Left.|
One of the highlights of life at St. Mary’s was the monthly High Tea. Jane Brown, the wonderful woman who supervised these teas, always went all out, and the ladies, in return, made a special effort to look their best. I would arrive early to help my Mother with her make-up (eyebrow pencil, crème blush and bright rose lipstick). A sparkly bobbi pin in her white hair added a discreet touch of glamour. As I wheeled her down the hall, everyone she passed would say, “Isabelle, you look beautiful.”
One day, a new lady was wheeled in. “Ladies,” Jane said, “I’d like you to meet a new member of our High Tea group.” She started introductions all around, and when she got to my Mother, Mme Mère took one look at the new member and said, “Would it kill you to put on a little lipstick?”
To read “Youth Fades – Must We? (Part 1)” click here.
To read “Youth Fades – Must We? (Part 2)” click here