It’s one of those days. I have an idea you have a few yourself. I find myself saying things like”I just don’t believe it!” or “I just don’t get it!
I know this the week I should write something about Father’s Day. I somehow think if my father was with me today he would be saying much the same.
So let me get right to it; as I talk to you today the whole province is giddy with the anticipation of tonight’s final hockey game. What do I say? Thank goodness! Maybe when all is said and done I will say more.
Don’t get me wrong. I would be happy for everyone if the Canucks won. Still, I will not miss all the hype, screaming and towel flicking. I won’t miss hearing about the money spent to watch the game. For sure I can do without the constant news clips of thousands of people sitting close together on Georgia Street to watch TV. I just don’t get it! I won’t watch the game. I will, however, show some interest in the outcome. “Go Canucks Go” I gather is my comment. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Another thing I do not seem to be able to figure out is the world of fashion. As many of you know when my mind and body were much younger I was a fashion model in Vancouver. We were dressed for our height, body type and general look.
I saw a bit of a make-over show the other day. Each women was presented with her new look to great fanfare. For my money they looked terrible. Am I missing something? Jacket too small, fleshy arms hanging out, and the shoes did not fit.
Now I hear some of the bigger stores far away will have cameras in change rooms so those who struggle into a pair of jeans will have a big chance to see how their rear-end looks. I assume that is with the jeans on.
I see it all the time. Large women like myself in jeans much too tight. Why would anyone want to squeeze their largeness into uncomfortable trousers? I just can’t figure it out.
I don’t own a pair of real jeans. I do have some old lady elastic waist type. I’m comfortable, and probably a bit more healthy than those who forget about needing to breathe.
Another thing I cannot get my mind around is foot wear. Many I know are like me with old lumpy feet. They hurt like the dickens. What do I do? I use a tensor bandage on each foot, put on my Stanfield’s socks, slip the whole business into a pair of crocs and I am good to go. Why would I walk funny just to make a summer fashion statement? Beats me. Like I said I just can’t figure things out.
There, now I do feel a whole lot better. Thanks for listening to this weeks rant. You can do the same when you call 250-846-5095 or just e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org.
Brenda Mallory writes the weekly Spice of Life column.