We all worry what to wear to Thanksgiving din-din. Clearly going bottomless is not advisable. 
Going topless is not an option no matter what Paris Printemps thinks. 
I would leave the jaguar shorts for another occasion peut-etre non? 
Baring your new French lingerie is a bit showy you know. 
What goes in Paris does not necessarily go in Omaha NE. 
The same applies for deeply-off-the-shoulder looks at the Thanksgiving table. 
Yet completement covered-up 'monestary' looks by Hussein Chalayan are also a no-go. 
If you insist on wearing an edible chocolate dress, do bring a back up. You know how hungry guests get before dinner. 
Ditto for edible chocolate shoes... 
Do not presume your family will appreciate your new Parisien bedhead hairdo. Bring a comb! 
Displaying new 'Mona Lisa' nailfiles a table to announce your recent Louvre gift shop visit is a no-no. 
Leave all digital gadgets at home.
Don't even think of bringing them a table!
When the pumpkin pie is served DO NOT moan loudly,
When the pumpkin pie is served DO NOT moan loudly,
'Where are the MACARONS?'
Not unless you don't want to be invited back next year which is an option worth considering in some familial situations,ahem
BONJOUR Thanksgiving Dos & Don'ts!
Love this post, I am laughing out loud :D The bra with the shoulder pad is intriguing! I'll take the chocolate dress any day, in fact its quite practical ! I'd have something to eat if I don't care for what's being served.
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ReplyDeleteThank God you educated me, because I was so planning to wear that edible chocolate dress. Love it! Have a wonderful THanksgiving, Carol! xo
A young man named Joe received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.
ReplyDeleteEvery word out of the bird's' mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. Joe tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary.
Finally, Joe was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. Joe shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. Joe, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed.
Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.
Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, Joe quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto Joe's outstretched arms and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."
Joe was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude.
As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird spoke-up, very softly,
"May I ask what the turkey did?"
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!
xox Pam
Dear Carol ,
ReplyDeleteAre those pumpkin flavored macarons?
Only in Paris, and maybe New York.
Not in Cambria, I'm afraid. Well at least its nice to know my hair would be appreciated somewhere......
xx
julie
HAHAHA! I am laughing! Great post! You are a riot!
ReplyDeleteAnd today was supposed to be a BEAR post..but I got distracted..
ReplyDeleteOne MUST be a propos mustn't one...
This whole post looked like dessert to me. Can hardly wait 'til Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteYummmmy!
Indeed, 'Where are the MACARONS?'? This is the prettiest macaron torte I have ever laid eyes on! I would not mind at all if a guest would show up with this hostess gift. (Pass the collection basket, please!).
ReplyDeleteI also would not mind wearing that camel colored buttoned sweater for an after-dinner walk. I promise I would keep it on my shoulders!
All in all, just pipe dreams. I am grateful, though, that you let me have them. Merci beaucoup for always being out there, capturing the world and carry it home for us!
Re: Bear Post
ReplyDeleteI have learned the hard way to never ever promise what I'll post about in the future. Each and every time I did, all hell broke lose. My pictures froze, hell froze, I got blog post writer's block, anything imaginable happened. Must have to do with something like creativity needs space or whatever. ;-)
Anyway, happy Bear Post, tomorrow. Or whenever! :-)))
Merci beau coup for these helpful tips! I will definitely leave my "Lady Gaga's Secret" bra shoulder pads at home. Too bad my bottom is traveling south - no lace undies for me. Some of these ideas could make for a very entertaining day, though, don't you think? It could be almost as fun as singing Day-O! at the dinner table a la Betelgeuse...I'll stop now...happy TG!
ReplyDeleteoh my! i have had dreams about being in the exact condition of your first two photos! wandering around a group of people and worrying because i have lost either my pants or top. wonder what your post will do to tonight's dreams??
ReplyDeleteI kind of like the jaguar shorts, although, living in Michigan, I'm afraid they would be inappropriate to wear this time of year. The macaroons, however, would be welcome any time of year! It wouldn't matter what flavor, either.
ReplyDeleteI think you really should host a contrarian Thanksgiving and make all of this required dress code. It would be memorable.
ReplyDeletePreparing THE turkey event in Paris!!!!! No macarons on Thursday....just turkey!
ReplyDeleteAs high as we have to set the thermostat for MeMe & Pepe, we may all have to shed some layers on Thursday & the Chocolat clothing would only melt! but promise to dress appropriately as a southern lady must.
ReplyDeleteHappy Thansgiving to you & Bear too!
I can see immediately why the chocolate dress wouldn't fly & the shoes with pastry on the toes!
ReplyDeleteWho dreams this stuff up :)
Fun post!! can see you are out and about taking pics in Paris, am sure you are having a blast!!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your thanksgiving have you chosen your outfit yet???
Carla x
The Chalayan get-up looks like it should be on the fashion runway...at a nunnery.
ReplyDeleteNever a dull moment at Paris Breakfast. :)) I am rather partial to those chocolate shoes. :)
ReplyDeleteROFL!!! Where would I be without your guidance???
ReplyDeleteflashing my fake souvenir emery boards, trying to make people believe I have been to Paris, while knitting another scarf and moaning for the macs! Thats where! But I would draw the line at showing my underwear. Really, I knew that much....really!
Now this is so funny! Love your sense of humour. Bottomless in Paris? Now that would be so much fun.
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