The Paris Haul

Fly on the twitter wall...

melissacmorris
at the mothership thinking of @summerisaverb (@ Paris Hermès)

summerisaverb
@melissacmorris wish i was there w/u instead of driving thru a blizzard while just ON paris time. let my last dying words be, hermès silk and cashmere shawl...XXOO

melissacmorris
@summerisaverb amen sister. and mine will be: lanvin flats, in assorted colors

Although, the Hermès silk and cashmere shawl was not one of my Paris purchases, I'm doing a fine job of living vicariously through Amy's til I get my hot li'l shaking hands on one to call my own...

Annnd, I have also added her Couvertures et Tenues de Jour silk dip-dyed scarf purchase to my post Paris lust list. Babe will ruuue the day he was virtually doubled teamed abroad, for clearly two Hermès heads are better than one...

He can barely manage this team of one for on my inaugural Saint-Honoré Hermès recon mission, my eyes zeroed in on the Soirée de Gala scarf...

I couldn't wait to phone Amy's room later that evening and ask if she was accepting visitors and their Hermès purchases from her sick bed...

The scarf had made it's way from the box to my neck prior to dinner which now freed up my arms for carrying the rest of my haul along for Show and Tell visiting hours...

Although...my Roger Vivier Chips flats had also managed to lead a short box life...

And, 'twas only for a lack of tan that I managed not to break the seal on these gold babies. Unless...pairing them with J. Crew flannel jammie bottoms and prancing around the hotel room counts as a seal break...

Babe held firm against all of Amy's and my wishes to buy for him, managing to deflect every Louis Vuitton cashmere scarf, Vilbrequin trunk and Tod's loafer we threw at his wallet. It was only after Mr. Fahrenkopf lured him into club Bvlgari tie that a habit was born...

Make that two habits born in Paris...

Kindness of Babe for being sooo generous in Paris. I would, however, like it noted for the record, that I walked away from the Hermès Cape Cod Double Tour watch. Which, according to my tactical play book, leaves the ball in my silk and cashmere, Goyard tote court...XXOO