Something about black and white horizontal stripes is very Parisian to me. I imagine wearing peddle pushers, a little beret on my head and a red scarf tied around my neck as I ride a bike on a cobble stoned street in a small, French provincial town. The bike would have a wicker basket containing French bread. Of course the bread would contribute to the wideness of my frame, more so than the stripes. Not having a bike with a basket I opted for a bike with saddle bags.
Today it was 90+ degrees with so much humidity that it felt like trying to breathe under water. It was so muggy and uncomfortable, I opted to pull on my striped Micheal Kors cotton t-shirt. I bought it at TJMaxx -- a bit before my 90 day shopping embargo -- on clearance for $14. I'll be honest, I bought it for my Burlesque dance class, but ended up wearing it to work today. I paired the casual tee with my black Banana Republic skirt (a staple every woman should have). In lieu of the little red scarf, I opted for my years old, red Guess "Carrie" pumps. The Guess "Carrie" is the greatest heel I have ever owned. Guess has carried the "Carr

Speaking of shoes, I will take this opportunity to note that the only comment uttered at me today regarding my pseudo-French look was: "Wow, look at your fancy red shoes!" Fancy? Really?
I mean, Dorothy had some fancy red shoes -- mine are just leather.
Your red heels are lovely - and so is the rest of the French look!
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