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Delicate knitted cardigan from contemporary womenswear designers Crea Concept. Featuring a femine scooped neckline culminating in a double button up fastening for the pointed front opening. The women's cardigan is finished with designer touches including textured knit detail to the front and visible seams to the sleeves. The Crea cardigan would make an ideal cover up for an evening out.
Elise’s day in Paris unfolds like a dream, each moment infused with the romance and elegance of her attire. Wrapped in the soft embrace of her navy-blue dress, its structured pleats swaying with her every step, she moves with effortless grace along the Seine. Yet, she is acutely aware of how her outfit shapes her every movement, dictating the way she walks, sits, and carries herself. The crisp and pristine white blouse clings to her, the buttoned-up collar chafing ever so slightly against her neck, a constant reminder of its structured elegance. The pristine fabric is smooth beneath her touch, perfectly pressed, allowing no room for carelessness.
Her red beret sits jauntily atop her cascading chestnut waves, a bold contrast to the soft Parisian sky, making her feel like the heroine of her own story. As she strolls past charming cafés, the scent of fresh croissants and espresso tantalizes her senses. The rhythm of her heels clicking against the cobblestones resonates in her mind, each step reinforcing the confidence that comes with their added height. They force her posture into one of poise, her hips swaying in perfect harmony with the gentle caress of her navy skirt against her nylon-clad legs. The sensation of the silky stockings against her freshly shaved, immaculate skin is electrifying, a whisper of refined sensuality accompanying her every move.
She pauses, resting her bare, manicured fingers on the counter of a patisserie, her nails—painted the same striking red as her beret—tapping rhythmically against the glass. The delicate éclairs gleam under the display lights, and when she finally takes a bite, the smooth chocolate melts on her tongue, mirroring the creamy sensation of her perfectly applied lipstick. She is aware of how her lips are painted in a bold red, how each sip of espresso leaves a faint mark on the delicate porcelain cup, a reminder of her careful, deliberate makeup. The city watches her, and she lets it, reveling in the attention.
By midday, she finds herself perched on a stone ledge by the river, the cool breeze teasing the hem of her navy skirt against her legs. She sits with careful precision, her posture dictated by the prim and proper elegance of her outfit. The taut stretch of her blouse across her shoulders, the way her skirt forces her knees to remain demurely together—it all contributes to a sense of refined control, an intoxicating awareness of her own femininity. She absently smoothes down her skirt, her fingertips lingering on the soft fabric before stroking the curve of her nylon-clad legs, relishing the sensation. Adjusting her beret with a practiced touch, she straightens her collar, feeling both restrained and powerful, alluring and untouchable. The world around her hums with life—artists sketching, lovers entwined, the distant melody of an accordion drifting through the streets. She adjusts the brim of her beret, a slow smile gracing her lips, feeling completely at home in the city's embrace.
Later, she pauses by a sleek car parked along a quiet street, its polished surface offering a makeshift mirror. She leans in, eyes intently studying her reflection. With a steady hand, she traces the line of her lips, ensuring her red lipstick remains pristine, adjusting the curl of her lashes with a delicate flick of her fingers. The moment is intimate, an affirmation of her beauty, her power. Her fingers linger at her collar, smoothing the crisp fabric, feeling its chaste constraint, the way it tempers her allure. A final glance at her reflection, a soft smirk, and she is ready once more to conquer the streets of Paris.
As evening falls, the golden lights of Paris reflect in her eyes. The deep hues of her outfit blend with the twilight, and she revels in the gentle contrast of her crisp white blouse against the darkening sky. She steps into a cozy bistro, where candlelight flickers, casting warm shadows on the walls. Her heels strike the polished floor with delicate authority, altering her stance, her attitude—turning each movement into a performance of grace and control. She feels the gaze of admirers, a silent acknowledgment of her allure. A stranger glances her way, enchanted by the effortless elegance of the woman in navy and red, a vision of Parisian romance brought to life.
Tonight, beneath the glow of the Eiffel Tower, Elise walks with the city’s heartbeat in sync with her own. Wrapped in the sensual beauty of her attire, the feel of the smooth nylon against her legs, the chaste restraint of her collar, the perfect curve of her red lips—she is not just visiting Paris. She is part of its timeless poetry, a masterpiece painted in shades of elegance and desire.
Clara (holding the photo, smiling): Elise, look at this! Our day in Paris. We look absolutely stunning, don’t we?
Elise (grinning, admiring the picture): Oh, we truly do! Aunt Matilde was right—elegance really does make a difference. Walking through Paris dressed like this felt like stepping into a classic movie.
Clara (nodding enthusiastically): Exactly! The crisp white blouses, perfectly tailored to fit our silhouettes, made us feel effortlessly chic. The high collars and buttoned-up style added such an air of sophistication. I loved how the fabric felt—light, yet structured, like it was made to make us stand tall.
Elise (laughing, smoothing her skirt in the memory): And the skirts! The way they flared as we walked, swishing with every step, made me feel so graceful. The fabric had just the right weight, giving it a refined drape. I felt like we were channeling an old-world elegance that Paris itself would approve of.
Clara (smiling warmly): Oh, and the gloves! Slipping my hands into those elegant gloves made me feel like a true lady from a bygone era. The soft leather hugged my fingers so perfectly, and they added this refined touch that made every movement feel more intentional.
Elise (nodding, eyes shining): I never thought gloves could make such a difference, but they really did. They gave me such a poised feeling, as if I had to carry myself with extra care and grace. And the way people glanced at us—it was like they saw something special, something timeless.
Clara (chuckling): And let’s not forget the heels! At first, I thought they might be uncomfortable, but honestly, they made us feel so elegant. Every step was deliberate, every stride elongated. The way they clicked against the cobblestones added a rhythm to our walk, like we were part of the heartbeat of the city.
Elise (laughing, nodding in agreement): Exactly! They changed the way we moved. I felt taller, more poised, like we were effortlessly gliding through the streets. I remember how we would slow down just to take in the feeling, as if we were savoring every moment of being dressed so perfectly.
Clara (tilting her head, thoughtful): Aunt Matilde always said, “Paris is a city of beauty, and you must rise to meet it.” I think she was right. Dressing elegantly made everything feel more magical. It wasn’t just about looking good; it was about embodying a certain confidence, a grace that made us feel like we belonged in those grand boulevards and charming cafés.
Elise (smiling): Absolutely. That day, we weren’t just visiting Paris—we were living it, breathing it. It was as if our outfits had transformed the entire experience. The city felt different, more intimate, more poetic. I wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything.
Clara (laughing, holding the photo closer): We need to do it again. Same style, same energy. Next time, let’s make even more unforgettable memories.
Elise (grinning, linking arms with Clara): Deal. Paris deserves our very best.
Pattern: Button Up Cowl by Kristen Rengren
Yarn: Madeline Tosh Sock (Oxblood)
Needles: 24" Addi Turbo Circular Knitting Needles US 3
Started: April 30, 2010
Finished: August 1, 2010
Einkaufsbummel und Spaziergang am Samstag: beide Nichten wieder sehr ordentlich, aber diesmal nicht so altmodisch gekleidet. Hanna schon mit Mantel ob der Temperaturen, darunter ein Trägerkleid mit weißer Bluse. Um den zugeknöpften Kragen hatte ihr ihre Mutter ein Schleifenband angelegt, das ein unerwünschtes Öffnen des Kragenknopfes von vornherein unterband.