#50: if by Shirt
I need this shirt. Maybe it’s because one of my dear darlings embarked for Paris this very evening and I wish I were with her, or because J. Peterman has just reproduced it for the spring catalog, reminding me that Picasso once said, “Everything you can imagine is real.” Whatever it is, the french sailor shirt embodies everything that I think life ought to be. Sunshine, sailboats, rowboats en route to sailboats, the cobalt blue sea, beach umbrellas with tassles, white bathing suits, naps in palm tree shaded hammocks, a different pair of sunglasses in every breast pocket, Schwinn cruisers, big old convertibles with leather couch seats, barefoot walks on cobblestone streets, overgrown gardens, baskets overflowing with fresh veggies, simple meals in kitchens with stone floors, dinners at 9 o’clock that last until 12, good red wine (which I’ve yet to develop a taste for… how gauche of me!), terracotta tiles, impromptu tangos on the terrace… maybe I should start planning my move to the French Riviera. Or at the very least, my first visit. Or at the very least, learn how to pronounce anything in french correctly.