“It’s not sewing. It’s making moonlight.”
Mrs. Ada Harris
A couple of weeks ago I watched the movie Mrs. Harris goes to Paris.
It’s a beautiful movie that offered me a tiny break from a genre that’s not a movie but my reality: a psychological thriller. (Read my blog posts so far).
There was something nostalgic and magical about this movie.
I relate so much to Ada Harris, and some of the other characters.
The dreamer
Ada Harris was a dreamer. She was determined to save her “pennies” and go to the House of Dior in Paris to buy a gorgeous haute couture dress.
An elegant haute couture Dior dress was a symbol of dreams: of elegance, grace, style and being visible.
Set in 1957, it was also a time where societal values included greater respect and dignity, even though society was still recovering from the damage caused by WWII. The movie portrayed a time of hope, brighter future, joy, community and healing.
It was a time of chivalry and manners. Where has this gone? Are we even aware how much our contemporary society has changed in how people treat each other?
I think a huge contributing factor that causes harm is unrealistic overwork in our jobs and careers, including unmanaged and unregulated overreach by too many toxic organisational cultures. It is unhealthy for individuals, families and society.
That leads into how most people in our society now meet and date, which I also find risky. See http://mystory-myvoice.blogspot.com/2025/02/my-personal-story-part-2-there-is-no.html.
This movie touched on the theme of work and industrial action. Now, we have a new WHS and fair work issue. It’s worse because it stems from toxic organisational cultures and unethical governance practices everywhere.
My story is but one confronting reality of institutional betrayal and moral injury. It’s too common. Many of us had to become revolutionaries to stop the harmful organisational behaviour and hold our governments accountable to fix the system.
Ada Harris was viewed as a “revolutionary” by Madame Colbert. When you watch the movie, you wouldn’t initially perceive her as a “revolutionary”. But she became revolutionary.
Ada Harris was a dreamer, an inspiration, an honest and kind hearted woman, grounded in values. She needed to find the courage to stand up for what she knew was right and inspire others to do the same. That courage came.
Paris taught her more than how ateliers construct haute couture dresses.
Ada Harris was both a dreamer and a revolutionary.
Kindness taken for granted
For too long, Ada Harris’ kindness and generosity were taken for granted and even exploited by those who thought only about themselves, like Pamela Penrose and Lady Dent.
When Marquis de Chassagne invited Mrs. Harris to tea, he said to her, “You give comfort to those in need without asking for anything in return.”
“Is that how you see me?” was Ada’s reply.
In my own life, I do wonder:
Is that how people see me too?
The pastoral associate at my work said to me once, “Everyone needs you Vicki.” I replied, “Yes, that’s good and well. But what’s coming back to fill me up to keep giving?” This was before I was exploited and defrauded beyond being completely stripped of my dignity by “leaders” in a university committed to the dignity of the human person in the very Mission.
On her return from Paris, Ada Harris finally said to Lady Dent:
“Them days are over when you can treat people like scum and expect loyalty in return.”
Well done to Mrs. Harris for finally standing up for herself.
Satre, existentialism and feeling invisible
Natasha, the beautiful Dior model, the “face” of Dior”, felt “invisible”, despite a seemingly glamorous image. She wanted something more than being paraded around like a beautiful accessory, an ornament. She loved philosophy, studying the French philosopher Jean-Paul Satre. She was reading Being and Nothingness when she met Mrs. Ada Harris.
“Is there another person behind the facade?” Natasha asks at dinner with Ada Harris and Andrè Fauvel, as they discuss the themes of Satre’s Being and Nothingness.
Natasha finds herself dining with Dior investors as part of her work obligations, or accompanying movie stars to premieres, when she’d prefer to be at home reading a good book. In the evenings, the Dior accounts manager, Monsieur Andre Fauvel, was at home reading a good book from his book collection.
“Why does he tolerate the fashion house compared to his world of Satre and the intellect?” Natasha asks.
He remained at Dior because he was secretly in love with Natasha. They had more in common than appearance and perception would allow.
And so I ask:
Are we what people label us as and perceive us to be or is there more that truly defines us?
A guy I dated had said to me, "I'm authentic and not another so-so and I want to get to know everything about you." But was he what he said or perceived himself to be, and did he truly take the time to find out who I am?
How I dreamed of love, joy, and some magic in my life, in a world that’s become so farcical and shallow.
“We need our dreams, now more than ever,” said Mrs. Harris.
Monsieur Fauvel replied, “Perhaps it is you who wishes to be in love. You must attend to your own heart.”
Very true. But for me, after all I’ve been put through by the “modern man”, who only attends to himself, my dreams have been shattered. It’s been too much reality of how men treat women. Where have kindness and respect gone?
Make the invisible visible
Ada Harris felt invisible.
She finds that she shares this feeling with Madame Claudine Colbert. It shows how women hold the fort together, sometimes feeling like an invisible woman behind the great man. Good women get taken for granted many times, both at work and in their personal relationships. When will “great” men recognise, appreciate and respect "great" women?
The “modern man” excels at making a good woman feel invisible. It’s heartbreaking and tragic. I can only talk from personal experience.
After another betrayal or disappointment, I once asked my dad, “Am I not good enough?” My dear dad said, “No Vicki. You’re too good.”
Good women are made to feel invisible, only “seen” and there when others “need” something, for their own needs without respecting the needs of the woman they keep taking from.
“Them days are over when you can treat people like scum and expect loyalty in return.”
The most tragic thing is that I feel the dreamer in me is dead. Can that be resurrected? Brought back to life? Ask each selfish narcissistic man I had the misfortune of meeting. They’ll give you an answer that’s insensitive and focused solely on themselves.
I despise what our society has become. It’s a dark lonely world for those who dared to dream.
When everyone takes a good woman’s kindness for granted and makes her feel invisible:
Do something. Don’t snuff out the light of kindness, generosity and the dreams of great women.



