Because I’m actually in a coma while my body finishes digesting yesterday’s meal-what I’m posting today is the text of an Email I sent out in 2003. (with apologies to those of you who read it then) One or two people, all people whose opinions I value, read it and suggested I should write more.
Only I didn’t feel I had enough stick-to-it-iveness to really produce something publishable so I started a blog instead. Because anyone can start a blog- it doesn’t require any commitment except showing up- there’s no goal, no character development, no continuity, and no big finish. Like a casual date. Kinda like Email.
It’s particularly relevant for today because it’s about shopping and today is Black Friday: That day when most of America goes to the mall- only maybe this year, not so much. So for a little nostalgia from when shopping was fun, we still had money and credit cards could open Aladdin’s Cave:
Life In a Cold Climate
Last week when I was without a car a treking to the bus stop in the cold nasty weather in Atlanta- I realized that my duffle coat was not going to get me through winter in Cincinnati. The only alternative that I owned was a 15yr old full length dress coat which weighs about 30lbs. It has some stains that won’t come out and, well, a few moth holes. Last year after I took it to Pittsburgh I swore that it would never swaddle my body again. Was there ever a better excuse to escape the chaos of packing and Go Shopping?
I scanned the racks of down parkas- a pastel snow bunnie/sex kitten look in mind. Unfortunately I look more like an overfed cocker spaniel in most of them. At last I found one flattering and with a suitably jet set aura about it- a Versace knockoff and outrageously expensive, but I didn’t get it after all. It was a pale butter yellow and I had a vision of what it would look like after life (my life, anyway) happened to it. After reveiwing the affordable options I bought a brown microfiber coat with a quilted lining and a faux fur collar. It is not a parka-it’s not meant for the ski slopes or anywhere sporty- It is ladylike, flattering, adult, and perfect for urban living. I haven’t yet realized its full potential as it is not cold here yet- and as usual the costume shop and my apt. are both 80 degrees. Plus after I hike up the hill to the theatre I’d be sweating in a bikini.
Welcome to the overheated midwest.
ah…BURP, excuse me, must nap now.