Like one happy family, there I was with my mother and M. (my mom’s friend who I haven’t seen in 20 years), enjoying a serving of Bordeaux Rillettes* at Au Sauvignon, on rue des Saint Pères (but of course, it’s another story of my life). So we were  intoxicated and talking about how unbelievable it was that we haven’t changed, when Mélodie takes a seat from across the table.

Her traffic-stopping beauty took our breath away which wasn’t so bad knowing that we were on our third bottle of Saint-Émillion and my mother began showing the contents of her purse to the young girls on the other table. (Nuh-uh, not telling you that thing inside the purse. But here’s a hint: it’s mentioned in this post).

Me: Excuse me, I’ll go take a photo.

M: …and the girl looks delightfully charming.

My mother: Go ahead and have your photo taken, then send it to your sister (13-year old Sacha with glorious hair looking exactly like Mélodie’s yet flattened daily, conscientiously and rigorously for a more layered look) and tell her to quickly get rid of her straightening iron.

There’s my mom’s personal message to Sacha and all the girls who don’t know what to do with all that big hair. Amen.

On another note, what’s with the little blue vintage dresses and long necklaces? The anchor pendant à la Fonfonelle is from a boutique in the Marais quarter. It’s marked Culotte**. Does the name ring a bell?

Elsewhere, I immediately went inside the first thrift store at the corner and made seemingly foolish buys—a hat that’s too small, a shirt that’s too big and a dress to be cut and made into a great skirt. One day, perhaps. If I won’t use it as an apron, that is.

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Do you remember my photos of Valentine Filiol-Cordier? Online magazine Dirrty Glam posted them in an interview with one of my favorite it-girls. Click here to see the link! Bisou!

* Click here and here for details related to rillettes. And here for a closer look at the dish (photo credit:Laura Neulat).

** Found it! Photos of Culotte, the shop. And view here for the real meaning of “culotte(s)”, the French word.