gLOVEme

This is Carol .  I found her working across from the restaurant Comptoir du Marche last week at 5, Rue du Marche in the old town of Nice.   The shop is called gLOVEme and its site is: nice@gloveme.it

Carol , a Canadian , has quite a few great stories to tell,  and I will be back to jaw with her at another time.    The owner of "gLOVE me"  is Italian and all his leather goods are made in Naples.    It is such an enticing shop and the quality and presentation stands out on the street. 

As I was saying, the quality /price is excellent and with the array of  colors , weights and lengths of belts and gloves you can spend some agreeable time just mulling and talking to Carol.

  I was finally seduced by a two tone pair of brown and tan gloves for 46 euros, which are both practical, (lined with silk and the dark brown is inside on the palm) and classy.   They are the softest kid leather and fine for spring here in Nice when we do get some cold days.

 Even though I was heading for the orange gloves to go with a Navy coat, the brown ones perfectly matched the two-toned bag I have been carrying.

Next, I want one of those belts to go with my butter yellow jeans. The price for a fake ostrich belt is 29 euros if I recall correctly.  I couldn't find anything comparable in the rest of Nice.   The red is a tempting  color but since I am a shortie I better get the yellow not to break up the line.

  Oh, yes, I sometimes think about such things.  I once knew a beautiful platinum headed girl in university who dressed head to toe in one color but with accessories of a different hue.  She might wear all powder blue with a simple brown purse and brown heels, for example.  I have never forgotten her unique style after all these years.

 It takes discipline if you are going to be stylish.  I have mixed feelings about when and where I want to follow this discipline,  but I know it when I see it.    And its' always a kick.

  Today I was doing a little experiment to see how many people would smile back at me on the way to the post office.  Out of about 40 people who wouldn't make eye contact, I caught the eye of one lady struggling up the hill with two shopping bags.  She had on a bright red coat and a marvelous scarf that co-ordinated with it .  I gave her a smile and after a tiny hesitation, she beamed right back.  I think it was the red coat that did it.