If she can’t afford it, she won’t buy it. If it doesn’t fit (or make her feel good, or flaunt what she’s got), she won’t wear it. If she can’t find it, she won’t compromise. If she loves it, she won’t toss it. She reuses it, rethinks it, lets it age.
When a French girl shops, it isn’t a solitary act of buying something new. It’s part of a lifelong process of editing her environment, making small but meaningful additions to her home, her closet, her life.
When you shop like a French girl, you buy only one of anything – and make sure it’s the best quality you can afford.
Here is what I currently have in my "cart" (i.e. right here in ye old blog):
Jeans. Liking these. Super dark denim with stretch and high waist? Okay!
Blazer. Madly in love with this. Why, hello, cute little gold buttons and navy stripe lining. I'll throw you over my white v-neck and we'll be off for the day.
And, of course, my love for the Swedes never waivers.