Friday, July 16, 2010

Smiliest Dog Ever.

I was just looking through some old photos and stumbled upon one of my favourite shots of Siris. It was taken enroute to a week long cottage vacation, and she was pretty happy to be on a car ride to somewhere fun. I love this photo!

Friday, July 09, 2010

The Coach Phenomenon

I’m talking about Coach handbags, people. It’s like I blinked and they’ve suddenly become the number one status symbol of women 17 to 60. This is kind of disturbing. It’s like I need to own a Coach handbag to be anyone. The average woman in this city seems to have one, if not more, and the more, the better from what I’m seeing. I can’t tell you how many crowded subway rides I’ve been on with some woman’s Coach purse jutting into me, or right in my face if I’m sitting down and they’re standing. Coach, Coach, Coach. And this is on the subway, slummin' it with the common people. Heh.

Now, it’s not that I don’t like a decent plain Coach handbag. Some of them, the more subtle ones, are quite lovely. Their pricetag ain’t so lovely, though. Who spends that much money on a handbag? And the ones I like are the plainish classy looking ones. The majority of them aren’t even that great – they just have those little Coach “C”s all over them so that everyone who sees you knows you have a Coach purse. So that… , so that…, ….so that what exactly? Who knows, I don’t get it. I don’t own any Coach handbags.

I remember the fads of elementary school and high school (Vuarnet, anyone? Cotton Ginny?) and I guess I thought these things – fashion and accessorizing etc – would make a lot less of a difference as I got older. And here I am in, in my thirties, feeling like I’m a freak for not owning a single Coach handbag, and not having this Tiffany jewelry piece – either in the bracelet OR necklance variety. (Which, really? Why beg your boyfriend to buy for you the exact same piece that thousands of other women got their boyfriends/fiancés/husbands to buy them? Where is the special-ness in that?) Add to this not owning a single Lululemon hoodie or pair of yoga shorts. And not taking yoga to begin with.

The times they are a-changin’. And they have their new current crazes to get caught up on. Sigh. As always, I seem to be a little bit off the mark, and don't think I'll bother catching up.