Naturals and risk-takers: Swan Ball 2012

(Photos from a collection by George Walker IV, The Tennessean) Music City has more than its share of red-carpet events, but Old Nashville has the grande dame of elegant arrivals: the Swan Ball, benefitting the Cheekwood center for the arts. In looking over what the ladies wore, I was disappointed that there were so few risk-takers, like Johnna Watson. She pulled the look off perfectly and made an arrival to match. This year's chairladies, Sandra Lipman and Jacqueline Hutton, represented the creative and the classic, respectively. Both hit the mark beautifully. Elizabeth Nichols took the classic route in the style of her gown and the gossamer shawl, a lovely recurring theme at these things. She took a risk with the olive hues and notes of violet in her jewelry. The alchemy was a sensation. Why go any way but classic when it works as well as it does at right? My old friend, photographer George Walker IV, captured a tableau that should be framed and hanging in this unnamed girl's home. Nothing says classic like a black dress, and the timeless Fran Hardcastle wears it well. Just the right jewelry, just the right touch for a lady who is comfortable in her own skin. The venerable Francis Guess always arrives with a pretty girl on his arm, but none as gorgeous as his hdaughter, Maria. She gets it just right with a gown that is perfection, top to bottom. Wish we could have seen all of adorable Amy Joiner's aubergine gown. She opted for something different -- that much we ican see -- and it clearly was an excellent choice. Lise Morrow's dress, like the number worn by Maria Guess, shows the craftsmanship of perfectly-placed detailing, probably worked by hand. Lise took a chance, and the result couldn't have been prettier. I am forever smitten with silk dupioni taffeta and the easy way it drapes. From the imperial, above left, to the sultry, above right, it makes magic. Every city is graced with a scant few women whose beauty is without peer and whose grace is nothing but natural, regardless of what they wear. Nancy Cheadle, above left, and Trevania Henderson, the one on the right in the right hand photo, are two of whom Nashville can be most proud. Their dresses this year are fabulous as always, as is Nancy's forever date, John Cheadle, always the best-looking guy in the room. Nashville, like most places, has its unfortunate plastic surgery catastrophes, and there is always a selection of the waxworks on view at the Swan Ball, just like they are at the country music awards. (Though never the same women, mind you.) Too bad everyone isn't as comfortable with herself as the original Natural Woman, Aretha Franklin, who sang for this year's Swan Ball guests. With the Swan Ball behind them, off they go to Sea Island and Rock Island to recover. A little sunscreen goes a long way, girls. à bientôt...Tatie - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad

Pierrot post cards and Franklin Pangborn




The French Pierrot character is alternately frightening and fascinating.


One minute, you look at him, and he's leering at you like the creepy uncle who lived with one of your little childhood friends.


The next, he's the personification of Art Deco, as pristine and fastidious as another little friend's uncle, the one who reminds you of Franklin Pangborn.


If you'd like to see a wonderful selection of Pierrot illustration, look at what seller cygnet2 has on eBay.


Her collection of ephemera has everything from French perfume labels and handwritten menus to vintage European luggage labels and Pierrot post cards. All original and priced accordingly.

Relax with a warm cup of something good, and look up cygnet2's auctions. Find something you can't live without!

à bientôt...Tatie - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Time for plaids and pucks and the warmest season

Cooler weather and Nashville Predators hockey season couldn't come soon enough for those of us here in Smashville. There's nothing that expresses the richness of the coming cold than pretty plaids. Plaid delivers the jewel-tone hues that make winter -- a time of holidays that bring us together -- the warmest season of all. Designers from Paris, Milan and New York highlighted their most recent fall collections with plaids and tartans from head to toe. (Yes, I know they are preparing to show their Spring ready-to-wear. I'm playing catch-up with these great photos from Style.com.) Design for colder temps seems to carry a sophistication that we don't find in sandals and sundresses. Plaid gives a jacket easy structure, an intelligent sense of softness. The timeless lines of a sheath gain a dimension that might be missing from a little black dress when it's unambitiously simplistic.

Plaid delivers the jewel-tone hues that make winter -- a time of holidays that bring us together -- the warmest season of all. Designers from Paris, Milan and New York highlighted their most recent fall collections with plaids and tartans from head to toe.I recall a pair of great old wool plaid slacks handed down to me when preppy was real, not just a nostalgic knockoff. I can smell the cool air and the leaves on the ground. In recent years, it seems like we go from sweltering to snow days with barely a whiff of fall. Maybe we're just too busy to notice it.

My kind of busy these days means flats on my feet. I need to see if our new Nordstrom has a pair like these. Well, we'll be wearing our woolens soon enough, and hockey will start soon -- the preseason begins in Bridgestone Arena this Saturday night. We've had such sadness in recent weeks -- losing former Predators Wade Belak, Karlis Skrastins and Josef Vasicek. Let's remember them when we first gather, then move on, as they surely would wish. Drop the puck, and put on the plaids...à bientôt...Tatie

La Poste: In Paris, go for the food, stay for the decor

at table in Mollard of Paris A recent newsletter from my home-base hotel in Paris, Hotel des Grands Hommes, included a critique of the old standard, Mollard, above, a seafood restaurant across from the Gare St. Lazare. The upshot is that while the Art Deco style of the place is stunning, the food...not so much. At table in Chartier, Paris It brought to mind the rap that Chartier, in the Faubourg Montmartre area of Paris, often gets -- neat place to go but no gastronomic temple. The tables, covered with the signature red and white jacquard tableclothes and large white paper sheets -- where the waiter scratches out the order -- are seen above. This way to Chartier Chartier may not carry any Michelin stars, but they serve good, hearty French fare, especially for the student budget. Such was my situation when I discovered the restaurant, known back in the day as a "bouillon." Through the corridor to Chartier Similarly impoverished friends came up from Rome for a weekend, and we were just damned pleased with the good meal and a bottle of French wine (well, several bottles). It's hidden away a bit, on a side street and down the corridor, above. Mirrors everywhere at Chartier Above is a particularly lovely view of the first floor dining at the airy Chartier, where it is not unusual to see a bird flying amongst the rafters. It's in a not-to-be-missed part of Paris for me, not only for a sentimental meal at Chartier, but also because it is just around the corner from three 19th century Paris shopping arcades: the Passages Jouffroy, Verdeau and des Panoramas. Passage Jouffroy, a Paris shopping arcade I'll save the details for another post, but the Passages are where I buy most of my treasured trinkets when I'm in Paris. Passage Jouffroy is above. But I digress. The old restaurants like Mollard and Chartier are a little touristy, but so what? They stand as witnesses to many a meal enjoyed in an ambiance that is the real deal. Chartier's Deco logo   á bientôt...Tatie   La Poste is an occasional feature of Atelier Chéri where I share a particularly good blog post or newsletter item from my email inbox.

Silvery patina of stonework and masonry




Walk along even the most mundane street in Paris, and you'll be captivated by the building façades, with the elegant craftsmanship of centuries-old masonry. As My French Country Home notes in a recent post, the city takes on an especially silver quality on the coldest days.


Look at the newer styles of concrete tubs and sinks, and you'll find the same elegance of hand-crafted masonry, just with a simpler feel. My old favorite, Remodelista Daily, captured it in a Friday feature.


It's as though there's a whisper of kinship among the works of masonry and stonework artisans through the ages. (And no, I'm not going anywhere near all that mystic Masonic stuff -- that's Dan Brown's turf.)


Overreaching? Maybe. But study these two very different kinds of craftsmanship, and pay attention to what you feel. Thanks to My French Country Home and Remodelista Daily for the lovely images. à bientôt...Tatie Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

La Poste: Pretty in Provence and canned ham




In my mailbox: Remodelista brings it with a feature on Le Pavillon de Galon, a Provençal hotel within sight of the Luberon Mountains.


What a divine distraction from January cold and the tired, tacky leftover patches of snow!


Le Pavillon de Galon is "a restored 18th century hunting pavilion, surrounded by vines, orchards, cherry and olive trees." If I'm not mistaken, that's a Weimaraner in the photo above, preparing to gallop through the gardens. That, of and in itself, is reason enough to visit!

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Also in my mailbox was the daily craft idea from Martha Stewart, a winter diorama to make with kids.

Has nothing to do with Provence or the Luberon or Weimaraners, just struck me as cute and Alpine.

It also got me thinking: What would you do with that crappy ham that came in the can needed for the project?

One idea: Grind it up, and make ham salad. Mother used to make it like tuna salad, with mayonnaise and sweet pickle relish. Great sandwich!

à bientôt...Tatie Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Throw the rice!




Paris Apartment dedicated her latest post to a box of love letters she found at a Paris flea market. It seemed like a great image to use as I announce that Mike and I were married Friday! The deputy county clerk did the honors, and we left for Bell Buckle, where we stayed in what has to be one of Tennessee's finest bed and breakfasts. Post to come... á bientôt, from my iPhone...Tatie

Chouette: Allez, les puces!




Nothing delights the spirit quite like a stroll through one of the flea markets of Paris -- les marchés aux puces.


No, the floods did not send me off again to find refuge in La Belle France. But my blog mentor, Paris Apartment, has been over there for several weeks decorating the apartment of a client.


She regularly makes these trips and graciously shares her lovely finds with those of us who start longing for Paris before the wheels of our return flight even touch down.


Her latest post truly cemented the bond between us. She included wonderful images from textile and mercerie stalls at the Vanves puces.


Particularly fascinating are old inventory sheets, the kind kept by a fine fabric merchant, that she found. They are a study in the French ability to turn something as mundane as a business record into an expression of elegance.


She also confessed a weakness for pink chandeliers. Well, who wouldn't swoon over such a treat?


á bientôt, from my iPhone...Tatie

Chez Deluge: Vive les roses

The rains came. And they came. And they came. Three feet of water later, our lives were changed. Quite a lot.


But once the floodwaters receded and we were able to go in and see the damage, I had a marvelous surprise. The roses were just fine! A little mud on the lower foliage, but OK, a symbol of resilience.


None of my books made it -- from my French textbooks to my vast collection of books about dollmaking, embroidery, children's sewing and costuming, many of them older than even me. I'm sad about that. The first night, I was sure all my vintage baby knitting books and yarns were destroyed. But when I got into the house, I found the books in a box with my French design magazines from the '30s and '40s -- all safe and sound, where I moved them in the hasty minutes before we left for safety. And the plastic bag holding the yarn actually had floated and kept it dry! In those first few days of cleaning up and throwing out soaked belongings, there was great comfort and joy everytime I found something undamaged. Another silver lining to this disaster that has challenged the soul of Middle Tennessee: the jobs that the recovery and repair are already creating. Once again: Hope we can believe in. We'll be away from home for awhile as the pieces are slowly dried out and put back together. But I won't stop finding pretty things to share with you, and I won't stop creating, either. Stay in touch to see what the spirit of resilience brings forth. á bientôt, from my iPhone...Tatie