I don’t know about you, but somewhere in the
back of my mind is this concept that there are those of us who
live in what I call the ‘real world’ and then there are those
folks that live somewhere else. I don’t mean like on some other
planet or something, I just mean they don’t have the same kind of
life style as we do. I’m including you, but if you feel that you
are among the rich and famous, feel free to leave and hop your jet
to wherever it is that you go if you have a private jet. Someone
once said, The rich are the same as you and me, only different.”
How true, how true. I read a lot, mainly English history. It is
fascinating to me to read about the nobility of the years gone by
and how they filled their lives with nothing. Balls, dances,
dinners, hunting, touring seemed to occupy their every waking
moment. Not having done this before, I should think it would get
boring after some period of time. Perhaps I’m mistaken, but it
just seems to be a whole lot of trouble to go through day after
day. I suppose the very wealthy have a similar lifestyle these
days as well. I make this observation upon the fact that about
twice a year, the new ladies fashions come out in the local
newspaper. This past week, the new spring designs were revealed.
Did you manage to catch a glimpse of these? I ask you, have you
ever seen uglier clothes than these? I mean here is a new outfit
by some designer named ‘Lacroix’ that looks like somebody took a
couple of yards of fabric and a pair of scissors and just went
crazy. I take that back, maybe they got some designers inside of a
closet and started cutting cloth to see what would come happen.
Bottom line is an outfit that even the reviewer called …’odd.’ I
think they were being kind. Odd isn’t the word I would have used.
Strange, bizarre, stupid and weird comes to my mind. You can bet
this isn’t something that you’d find on the rack at K-Mart. I bet
they get really big bucks for something this dumb. Do they just
make one? I hope so. I can’t imagine making a whole lot of these
for sale around the world. Then there is a photo of a ‘to die for’
outfit by some person by the name of Miyake. The model for this
little number is wearing a piece of ivy on her head. Put this
together with short shorts, orange knee socks and sneakers and,
well you get the picture. A copy of this photo should go beside
the word ugly in the dictionary. I used to think this lady in
Paris by the name of Chanel had some class, but her new outfits
look like they were designed by some street person or worse, made
by some street person. I think Ms. Chanel is dead; maybe that’s
why her stuff looks like it does. I’m not so naïve to think that
these people don’t make lots of money for these things, I just
wonder who buys this stuff. It certainly isn’t anyone around where
we live. Wear this stuff in our local supermarket and well,
getting weird looks is probably the kindest thing that would
happen to you. All of this leads me to think that there is another
entire culture out there to which I don’t belong. I’ve always
heard that you can never be too rich or too thin and trust me I’m
neither. But then again, that’s ok. We like it out here in plain
old plain old land. Life is a whole lot simpler and less
complicated. We are happy doing barbeques in our backyards. We
like watching Little League and spending time with our family and
friends. Having your own private jet would be confusing to me. I
keep thinking about what you’d do with the pilots and crew while
you’re lounging on the beach on some remote island. What do they
do? Where do they eat and sleep? I’d be too concerned about these
folks to really enjoy myself. See what I mean? It’d be too hard
having people wait on you hand and foot. I’d rather hang out at
the local café and Wal-Mart…..seems like much nicer people.
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