It's no secret of my love affair with all things Francaise. I just read a lovely article in The New York Times about French women entitled "Aging Gracefully, the French Way." I have a French friend Laetitia from Paris and she really does have that je ne sais quoi. And she had enough sense to marry a good Southern guy from Louisiana. I'm smiling with my eyes now. But reading this article made me think of her and that it's high time I grab Erika whose back to blogging and high tale it back home to Paris. Erika are you with me? I do understand the belief that everything can be cured with a cream. That's one of the reasons I slather my skin with every single possible skin care product I can get my hands on.
My favorite part is this: "Though Frenchmen are clearly interested — they shamelessly ogle women on
the street — beauty is a female topic. When, over dinner, I asked a
grandmother of three how she managed to stay beautiful, she deflected my
question, saying, 'I never discuss these things in front of my
That's how I feel. I try as much as I can to keep my beauty maintenance away from l'homme. I know it's crazy, but I just can't help it.
I love reading these types of articles, but I have to say. I have amazing women in my life who are smart, funny, kind, fabulous, and definitely not French. But, they are AMAZING nonetheless. To those women and my non-French women readers you too are fabulous.
Photos are from The New York Times.