I've never been much of a burgundy ou Bordeaux girl, no.
Too reminiscent of school uniforms, the cold winters of my youth up North,
le froid tout court.
So, I surprise myself as I peruse maroon in French highstreet stores, sleek online catalogues and moodboards.
Life begins when you move out of your comfort zone, so they say.
I'll be striding out of mine in marsala velvet ankle boots this Winter.
Who knows what'll happen next ?
collage (top left to bottom right)