I won't tell you my exact age--because that simply wouldn't be very French of me. But I will admit, I am a Femme d'un certain âge. And while I used to fear that my growing older would mean the end of style, romance, beauty and joie de vivre, I've been inspired by the women I saw this past fall during my travels to France.
Lately, I've begun to notice some beautiful and stylish women in my own home town of Falmouth. See the photo below of Natalie. She's the one with the fabulous silver hair, the cool shades, the Maxwell & Company shopping bag and the coat with the roses she bought at Midnight Farms on Martha's Vineyard.
I went into Bojangles, our very own, very chic local boutique, the other day and found the new owner in front of the mirror, discreetly putting on her lipstick. She told me she can't go anywhere without her lipstick and I said, "well, that's very French."
And then she said, "oh, I'm reading a book right now about French women!" And guess what book that happened to be....yes, my book! And so, we got into an entire conversation about French women, lingerie, cooking delightful meals for our husbands and remaining just a little bit mysterious.
I'm really a city gal, and moving to this little town was not my choice. At the beginning, I found it startling that I couldn't go to the post office on Main Street without meeting someone I knew. But now, after four years here, I think I love it.
And finding someone like Natalie makes it all the more lovely. It's enough to make a gal happy to be a little older, and yes, a little wiser. Certainly happy to be a Femme d'un certain âge!