tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6055976241823156958.post9153287064955175648..comments2023-05-02T03:08:02.341-05:00Comments on The Checkered Chicken: Ladies Who Lunch...in ParisThe Checkered Chickenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11862213204312810794noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6055976241823156958.post-91779105741609511552012-05-29T16:39:32.076-05:002012-05-29T16:39:32.076-05:00PS..I get what you mean about seeing reminders of ...PS..I get what you mean about seeing reminders of your Grandma Lucas... the mother who raised me, I could have sworn she was on every corner in Scotland. The boiled wool german jackets paired with plaid skirts or Laura Ashley something, the trench coats, the sensible but expensive flats, the coach bag or modern equivalent.(-:The Manse Henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14152987930972043259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6055976241823156958.post-63839963596801627672012-05-29T16:36:27.101-05:002012-05-29T16:36:27.101-05:00I agree it is lovely. That said, I'm as guilty...I agree it is lovely. That said, I'm as guilty as the next person for being too casual. I did try to dress up a bit more for my last visit to the Legion of Honor Art, seeing as the show was called "The Cult of Beauty"...but the closest I got with the pile on my bed was a new shirt to wear with my jeanskirt and my "good" pretty Neot sandles which are sort of metallic and have stones on them (-: When I am old I will where snazzy dresses with flair!!!The Manse Henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14152987930972043259noreply@blogger.com