My Impossibly French Mom
My mother had French blood running through her
veins and like many French women, she had an eye for fashion and a taste for
elegance. My husband saw it. When talking about my mom, he often
says, ‘Your mom had a
sense of style.’
She knew how to be stylish. My mother bought high quality and
classic clothes, perhaps because they enhanced the way she felt about
herself. She didn’t mind spending
money on her wardrobe She
chose colors and styles that complimented her. She wore very little make up, lipstick and a touch of powder. Fine lines surrounded her eyes and her hair had a little
grey; yet, it was hard for people to guess how old she
was. For years, she looked like
she could be anywhere between fifty-five and sixty-five years old. She was nonchalant about aging
and her attitude seemed to be a man could love and have fun with a woman of any
age. Her dark eyes could be
warm and compassionate, could twinkle mischievously, or snap in anger.
She loved to swim and her strokes were fluid,
strong and graceful. They looked
effortless. She didn’t
have an ounce of fat on her body.
My mother had a bit of the ‘impossibly French’
attitude. She made a little time
for herself everyday. She could be
sexy, sophisticated, vivacious, and flirtatious. She turned everyday into an ‘la petite aventure.’
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