Gamine – Day 19
If you are thinking of spending the day sitting in a field of wild flowers, but just have no idea what to wear, then might I suggest Gamine? Gamine style can work a picnic like no other style. These are clothes meant for spreading brie on a baguette… Clothes meant for a bicycle ride… Clothes meant for giggling on a pile of hay…. And I don’t mean that in a sexual way. I mean, actually just sitting on some hay laughing, preferably wearing a boatneck shirt and a scarf tied around your neck.
I’m not suggesting that I do any of these things on a regular, semi-regular or even semi-annual basis. But there is something about Gamine style that makes you want to stop and smell the roses. You put on these cute little outfits and suddenly you think, “Oh, what’s the rush?”
Like the other day, for some reason I started singing the song, “Que sera sera“.
“When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, what will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? Here’s what she said to me...”
My children stared at me transfixed as I spat out the words, and then asked me to sing it again! (Which never happens because I can’t even sing, Happy Birthday, without turning it into a dirge.)
I did and we all floated around the house like Doris Day. I don’t really know this song very well and I haven’t heard it in years. I can only tell you, it was the clothes.
Gamine made me do it.