The Spring Box
Spring has arrived as it does every year, on the day of the equinox.
and we were waiting for it impatiently. Because we often forget it, but it is the season of renewal , of nature , the return of birdsong ... It is also the season of love for them and for everyone a very often euphoric period.
So even if lately it is quite difficult to fully enjoy
of the latter, we are delighted to see the sun come out,
real antidepressant .
Let's introduce ourselves
And if spring is synonymous with happiness, we decided to honor it
by imagining a nice box of three pairs of socks that will be perfect
for the season.
Let us introduce you to our selection:
1) The lilac Nakameguro
2) The New York Blue
This one is the perfect ally for the total blue jean look. Whether it's overalls or a skirt, this pair is just ideal with white sneakers.
3) The Shinjuku White
More sober but with its charm, this pair seduces with its lines with nuanced thickness,
which surround and hug the ankle in a subtle and delicate way.
And then, once again, embellished with a color that goes with absolutely everything.
But that's not all
Our boxes are carefully prepared in pretty reusable boxes bearing the image of
the Atelier St Eustache, and arranged so as to be able to present their different designs to you
upon opening the box.
We also remind you that we offer a personalized message with each order that you can include in your package, if you plan to offer it.
To end on a poetic note
And because there is no season that is more conducive to inspiring poets, here is a poem by Victor Hugo.
Spring
So here are the long days, light, love, delirium!
Here comes spring! March, April with its sweet smile,
Flowery May, burning June, all the beautiful months friends!
The poplars, on the banks of sleeping rivers,
Bend softly like great palms;
The bird quivers deep in the warm, calm woods;
It seems that everything laughs, and that the green trees
Are happy to be together and say verses to each other.
The day dawns crowned with a fresh and tender dawn;
The evening is full of love; at night, one thinks one hears,
Through the immense shadow and under the blessed sky,
Something happy singing in infinity.
Victor Hugo, The Whole Lyre
