I first fell in love with French blue in 1998 when I bought a suit at Holt Renfrew. Unfortunately, it did not come with two sets of pants, and eventually, the jacket became an orphan in my closet.
I went shopping after work today and found a pair of blue dress pants. I just had a feeling the not-quite-navy pants would match my suit jacket from "Holts." They were on sale, so I bought them. When I got home, I discovered they coordinate perfectly. And I was reminded of my affinity for French blue.
Inspired by a tea towel I found at IKEA, I punched up my apartment's cream-coloured 1950s kitchen with French and royal blue a few years ago. Two of the towels are folded and leaning against the bowls in the picture to the left.
As you can see from the last picture, I wasn't kidding about my "thing" for the Oregon license plate. And check out the old milk door!