title: Forever Chic: Frenchwomen's Secrets for Timeless Beauty, Style, and Substance
author:  Tish Jett 
description: "French women have an enviable reputation for being svelte, sexy, and stylish and for possessing a certain je ne sais quoi that doesn't seem to diminish with age. Fashion journalist and editor Tish Jett reveals how middle-aged French women remain 'forever chic' in this detailed look at the diet, skin, hair, makeup and exercise regimen of la femme d'un certain age&hellip;this volume provides commonsense and decidedly French head-to-toe beauty routines that yield results. Readers will also learn how to use color, accessories, and figure-flattering clothing to emulate the classic Parisian sense of style. Verdict&hellip;worthwhile and entertaining." <i>Library Journal</i><br><br>"In one word...<i>Fabulous</i>. The first print run sold out in a flash&hellip; now it&rsquo;s back on the shelves and not to be missed.<i>" ~VickiArcher.com</i><br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;<i>Forever Chic</i> is more than tips and tricks on being our better physical and stylish selves&mdash;it is full of lessons on how to be a better person. The book&rsquo;s strength lies in its anecdotes and wisdom on how women&hellip;can be more present and committed to living a fuller life of kindness, generosity, openness, and adventure.&rdquo; ~<i>Women&rsquo;s Voices for Change<br></i><br>"Haven't you always wondered how [the French] can drink all that wine and eat all that beurre and remain slim and silky? Now comes a book that helps explain why.&#160;<i><i>Forever Chic</i></i>, written by Tish Jett (an American who spent years abroad) shares the secrets of what she calls the French "timeless beauty, style and substance." She spills some of their beauty secrets but also gets to the core of what makes them seem more comfortable in their skin." ~<i>Huffington Post<br><br></i>"Jett&rsquo;s comments and sprinklings of French give the book a lively personality. Each chapter is indulgent fun." ~<i>Publisher's Weekly<br><br></i>&ldquo;&hellip;Tish has spent years observing the mysteriously intoxicating, and ever stylish French woman&hellip;I can&rsquo;t wait to begin reading.&rdquo;<i> ~The Simply Luxurious Life<br><br></i>&ldquo;There&rsquo;s wisdom to be had here&hellip;&rdquo; <i>~Vogue Knitting</i>
zlib_text: 
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter Four
  
  
  She’d won a pot of honey once, in a charity raffle. The carpet in Maison
  Javier’s salon was the same colour. Its pile encroached over the toes of her
  shoes. They were about to watch the afternoon parade and Coralie felt as
  frightened as an under-rehearsed soloist.
  
  
  Dietrich led the way to a cream leather banquette, and sat with one arm along
  its back. Coralie tried to copy his posture, but it was difficult in a dress
  and she ended up sitting like somebody waiting for a job interview. He’d
  brought her here, to rue de la Trémoille, after taking her for lunch on the
  nearby Champs-Élysées, explaining that he’d selected this house because Roland
  Javier was Spanish. As a Spaniard, Javier revered womanhood. He never sought
  to dress his clients as little girls, or surreal sideshows or, indeed, as
  boys. ‘Also, most of his mannequins are very tall. There is no point showing
  you haute couture worn by pocket Venuses.’
  
  
  Wrapped in the afterglow of more lovemaking, Coralie had