French Style
I sometimes find living in London liberating. As a French woman, the pressure to look good is huge. In Paris, I once was on the verge of crying when I realised that I had tights of different colour on each leg (one black, one brown black). And I always felt that I had to be skinny, because all my female friends were looking like models. Life was tough.
Well, it is not the same in London. Basically, I have seen most of my female colleagues with a torn tight and they didn't really care: they either didn't notice or found it very amusing. How weird! As a result, I am much more relaxed here. Best of all, despite being a middle-aged mother of two, I don't feel fat. In fact, most of the time, I feel great.
It is as if being French was giving me some sort of aura. Don't get me wrong: I don't work in fashion and I am far from being glamourous. But for some reason everything I wear seems to strike the right note, even my scruffy jeans and my cow-boy boots. Last time I was wearing my red coat, I had looks of envy from everybody. Being French, people seems to believe that I have a natural sense of style. In fact, I don't. But if it makes them happy, it can't be that bad...the secret is that I have no secrets and I am just sticking to some very basic rules:
- Less is more: flowery dresses, for instance, tend to be hard to wear...I stick to simple designs;
- I am trying not to let myself get too fat. I am amazed to see that a lot of young women have a muffin top over here, and for some reason they proudly show it -not nice;
- No make-up is better than too much make-up;
- Don't try too hard. Being natural is what works best for me. In this country for instance, a good hairdo seems to mean that your hair must look like a souffle. Well, it is a no no;
- And finally, try just a subtle touch of originality (a nice necklace, or bracelet, or belt...).
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