Truly Friday was a good day--no, no occasion was celebrated (for that is often more likely to be an awful day than a good one), just a lovely rainy day spent cavorting about town with Tara.
I was dropped off at River Park Square for about an hour and a half to peruse the shops while Tara and Wade had lunch at Clinkerdagger's. (They're married now, remember? They can have lunch at Clinkerdagger's.) I had never been to River Park Square Mall before, and what a world it was! It is situated in downtown Spokane, near the bus depot--a tall 5-story building with the mall on the first three floors and the AMC motion-pictures theatre above. It is filled with the most intriguing stores: Nordstrom, The Banana Republic, Abercrombie & Fitch; stores in which I've never been before.
I walked through wide-eyed, touching everything, oohing and ahhing, talking to myself about the lushness of a 30's velvet hat or the allure of a long-slung sweater. But oh! the prices! Quite often it was $60 for a hat, $60 for a top, $90 for a sweater, and many hundreds for a coat or dress. This was too expensive for me! But it was good enough to look and feel.
Tara had warned me not to go into The Banana Republic ("it's a gay men's store!") but I went in anyway (and most likely for the stated reason.)
Can you tell that I am quite modern and sassy?
The clothes were fine and expensive, but on the boring side, so I contented myself to wander among the clothing racks in both the men's and women's sections, watching people and brushing up on my writer's labeling skills. It was quite entertaining.
Tara then took me over to the Northtown Mall so I could return that hoppin' 80's grey sweater I got from American Eagle. I had decided that it was not worth the money I had paid for it--it was not even warm or cozy. Shouldn't sweaters that are not warm and cozy be illegal? At least they should not be called sweaters. I got $42.50 on an eagle-imprinted gift card.
The rest of the day, and onward, went as follows:
Friday night: Dinner at Tara's and oil-painting. Copying a van Gogh painting of an almond sprig. I mixed titanium white, payne's grey, burnt sienna and a little bit of brilliant red to make a warm grey wall. Very pretty.
Late Friday night: Could not sleep. I wrote.
Saturday morning: Driving with Dad. Did not crash. Did quite well, actually, considering I almost drove off a cliff.
Saturday afternoon: Finished reading "Leave it to Psmith" by Wodehouse. Talked Wodehousian for the rest of the day. It was mollifying to others.
Saturday night: Nothing. Hungry. Very hungry for a cheese stick.
Sunday morning: God rocks. God has always rocked, God still rocks, God never will not rock. GOD ROCKS!
Now: I'm writing on my long-neglected blog. I love Sundays. My eyes itch.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
And I'm still as jolly a girl you can find.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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I love your little "They're married, remember? They can go into Clinckerdagger's."
And yes - GOD DOES ROCK!!
that /does/ sound /most/ splendid! i Love gay men. at first, i thought that you had said "classy", rather than "sassy", and it would have made sense to me. you should have experienced the frustrations of sorting all the sweaters out of the other longsleaved shirts at Goodwill. i Love seeing the effects of different speach and writing styles upon people. what is depressing is seeing scatterred people react negatively to something one meant entirely lovelily. but, you are a writer to do your best to communicate to those who were destined to understand anyway, now, aren't you? i was thinking of people who argue with art, recently... now, i know that there are many more commercial uses for art, but as far as /artistic/ purposes go, i don't believe that that is what art is for. if God doesn't have one in a place where one can claim the revelation in what another artist is saying as one's own, then one would do best to wish that artist well and move on, for the time being. after all, who knows but that one will be thankful to have his company in one's repertoire around the next bend life holds for one. remember, while i am saying this, that all of life is art, in my mind. i wrote more about it, but that should wait until we next look into my book together. i have the following page doggyearred because of something that would well tie into an incomplete song i wrote over a year ago, or something. much love!
ReplyDeleteO, and Clinkerdaggers /would/ be awkward for a mere luncheon rather than an evening proposal or something from just a friend, at least if swept onto /my/ plate. i don't mean to insult anyone else by saying that, and i love fanciness; don't get me wrong, but... i personally prefer the romance of noticing the fanciness in free places and the hope in encourageing one another's home cooking. ^_^
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