Santa Claus is being kind of a bastard with me this year. So, instead of a festive, cheerful and smiling outfit, I hope you will like this red dress. I’m not smiling, sorry, I’m in pain right now. I’m spending a few days in Switzerland in my family, loading up on hugs and family love, and I’ll be back…
My last dressing-sale allowed me to draw up a little (and yet overwhelming) inventory of my shoes collection. If I barely dare say how many Ladies there actually is in my closet (let’s say somewhere between 100 and 300), high heeled stilettos still largely outnumber the other ones. Even if I must confess that 2 years ago I started…
Je suis tombée de mon nuage rose avec un bruit sourd. Elizabeth Taylor You definitely are golden readers, thank you for all your messages of support that went directly to my heart ♡. I’m going to try and gradually get back on with the regular course of this blog but don’t be mad at me if I don’t really feel like…
It’s been too long since I abandonned you.
Today, I gradually feel the need and the wish to take up with the blog but I thought about it from a thousand angles and I can’t go and pretend there’s nothing wrong…
Because I very often talked about her on this blog, she’s undeniably a part of the person I’ve become here because she’s always been an inspiration. In the end, it’s almost like you knew her too.
On the 3rd of December, my mom suddenly passed away.
You can imagine the grief, the heartbreak and the pain I’ve been feeling since then, it’s hard, and insurmountable for the moment.
Even if I know it takes time for those wounds to heal, that little by little the good memories will take over, I know that a little too well, it took me a lot of time to get there after my dad’s passing 8 years ago.
I don’t mean to try and make you cry, that’s not my point and that’s not why you’re here. I simply hope you will understand this personal stage of mine. Thanks to those who already sent me messages of support, to those who were worried about my absence, to those who simply left a message on my Facebook page.
Beyond the mad love I have for my mom, the sorrow that follows her passing is vast, and I can only begin to face my grief alone with my family.
Today I want to pay homage to my mom’s style because I always felt in inherited this passion for fashion from her.
She has been the trigger, the vector, my inspiration from the beginning. For as long as I remember I always admired her style : these first pictures of her I saw, this amazing closet she owned in my childhood home, these shopping trips, these explanations and details about fashion she gave me since my earliest days… It was all part of the million things I loved to share with her.
With a mom like that, of course I had to become a fashion maniac.
Before I get back on with the triviality of my outfits, I wanted to share with you a few pictures of my beautiful mom whom I already miss so much.
Thank you my sweet, my beautiful, my little Mommy, thank you for the person I’ve become.
I love you.
” Someone dies
And it’s like a silence
Screaming.
But maybe it helps us to hear
The fragile music of life… “
A quoi cela sert-il d’avoir une montre si nous n’avons jamais le temps? I spent last week-end in Turin. It’s only an hour and a half by plane from Paris , making it the perfect mini break and a nice change of atmosphere. I’ve told you before how much I love this city, so very little known and yet so…