Am recovering from my fabulous holiday weekend at beyond fabulous ski cabin (think Taj Mahal with a little rustic kitsch thrown in) set on a mountainside overlooking pristine slopes of freshly fallen snow. What a fantastic setting for ringing in the New Year (even if it was a semi-working weekend).
Now, while I am a veteran at acquiring stylish winter wear (like this fabulous coat which is perfect for those straight-from-work-to-dinner evenings) and believe me I needed quite a few sassy new items for this little excursion, like a pair of warm après ski boots that wouldn't make me look like Sasquatch. And a lusciously soft and warm cableknit sweater for relaxing by the fire. Flattering straight leg jeans to offset bulk of said sweater. And a snuggly robe (in case I need to raid the refrigerator in the middle of the night and don't want anyone to see my flannel pj's!) But I digress.
Anyhoo, I freely admit that I am a bit of a novice on the slopes. I do have my moments of sheer and beatific grace, but sliding down a mountainside with two sticks strapped to my feet isn't one of them. After one particularly spectacular wipe out (which involved careening down the slope in a very uncontrolled and unladylike manner, arms flailing wildly while performing my own version of the splits) I extricated myself from a snowbank and decided that a mug of hot cocoa in front of a roaring fire at the lodge was in order. So imagine my surprise when a complete (and quite attractive Harrison-Ford-type) stranger complimented me (in a sincere and completely unsarcastic manner mind you) on my fabulous form and peerless style as I sat defrosting in front of the fire. I thanked him graciously, fully expecting him to then ask for my phone number but he just smiled and joined a group of skiers at the bar. Hmmph. Oh well.
I was then approached by a group of giggling girls, assuming they were admiring my stylish ski ensemble and wanting to know where they too could purchase a lovely faux fur lined puffer vest, when to my surprise they told me they were huge fans and would just love it if they could snap a photo with me. Why, of course, chéri! (Just love running into fellow She She girls!) Smile pretty! Hugs all around.
Was nice and toasty now; in fact, a bit too toasty in my cashmere turtleneck so I decided to attempt one more run before calling it a day. Had gathered together all my bits and pieces, strapped on the skis and was adjusting my sunglasses when I saw an absolute vision. There before me, schussing gracefully down the slopes in perfect Olympic downhill form was…me! Same stylish ski ensemble, same fur lined hood, same mane of glossy brown hair, same oh-so-chic (and oh-so-She-She!) sunglasses. The vision-in-black-and-white caught sight of me, faltered slightly, then barreled right toward me. Just as I thought I would be mowed down by this Nordic goddess, she skidded to a stop, spraying me with snow, at which point I lost my balance and arms flailing (again) promptly fell over into the snowbank.
Apologetically, she offered a hand and hauled me out of the snowbank, pulling me to my feet. Then, she lifted her sunglasses and said, laughingly and in a very "my-other-ski-chalet-is-in-Gstaad" accent, "So zis explains why so many people are asking if I have hurt myself today!" She then introduced herself (Nagano Olympics—silver medalist in one of those zip-down-the-mountain-at-very-high-speeds events) and invited me to join her and her über-chic friends for a little après ski doppelgänger festivity at the lodge—which lasted till the wee small hours!
Could definitely get used to living a jet set life; but alas, the real world beckons! And with it, the challenge to stay stylish in 2007:
Top Finds for 2007
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Wide legged jeans. Bit of a change from the super slim lines we've been seeing all winter, but these
very 70's jeans flatter your figure, hugging you in all the right places while giving you room to move! One caveat: take the hemline to the floor girls!
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Leather backpack. A more sophisticated version of the co-ed carryall is perfect for hauling all your girly goodies around.
While I failed to impress the higher-ups with my athletic abilities, I did manage to score major brownie points with my mentor/boss by introducing her to my new Silver Medal BFF and her posse of glittering Euro-celebrities. (Several of the male variety were tall, dark, extremely handsome and spoke with very sexy accents!) All in all, a good weekend's work!
Till next time, smile pretty and try not to break too many hearts!
xoxo,
She She Me