Tutu Much...

You know what, I love tutus... and I don't mind saying so!

You can wear them while looking surprised...

...or while imagining how you would sweep the floor around your pedestal with art deco brooms if only you weren't wearing a tutu.

When I was a little girl, I asked nicely for Santa to bring me one. That December, I went to a Christmas party at Celia Beasley's house and SANTA HIMSELF came and brought one present for each good boy and girl. Once his sack was empty, he trundled outside to his sleigh and... the children rushed off to open their presents while I sat alone in my homemade green velvet culotte and vest set, sans cadeau. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die... what had I done that was so bad? Was it because I snuck into the pantry and ate all the chocolate crayons my mom had bought for my sister's birthday? No, it was probably because I had forgotten to let that butterfly go and it died in my bug jar. It was an accident, I swear! But I was a muderess, and Santa knew it.

This is how the butterfly returned in her next life... she had an inexplicable habit of grabbing her vintage tutus (black, bien sur) with her hands and fluttering them like wings

Catching sight of my plate of untouched cookies, my dad immediately realized something was wrong and a quick investigation out on the patio revealed that Santa had dropped two presents... one was large and fat, and it had my name on it. The other was for another unfortunate girl in the group who had also spent the last ten minutes internalizing a year's worth of guilt, and I'm sure I would have run into her in group therapy by now if it weren't for the beautiful pale pink tutu that presented itself to me when I opened up my gift. I gave up ballet after a month, but I wore that tutu to tatters.

I was never gonna be Maria Tallchief... in pleather?

Now this week, when you talk to yourself in the mirror in the morning and say, "Well, I really want to wear my tutu again today... but I have nothing to put with it!" you can call us up at A La Folie...

Mlle. Piplette thinks you should wear a beautful Courant d'Air fan lace bra with tulle bows with your tutu! And a top hat and a monocle (not pictured)!

"What an amazing coincidence," we'll say, "This Courant d'Air Collection from Huit just arrived in the store this morning."

And, for a little more variety, you can look forward to this for Fall:

Funambule Blanc from Huit

That's two tutu tops to try! Say that ten times fast and I might give you a prize.*

*The prize is another story about tutus. Are you sure you still want to do the tongue twister?