BLOGG # 64 A GHOSTLY EXPERIENCE

A ghostly experience.  Today, as it was a brisk autumn day, I decided to take my car out for a drive and chose the coastal route along Dallas road to Ogden Point. Even though it was almost noon there were remnants of fog still in the air. Autumn on the west Coast and especially in Victoria is the harbinger of fog. It starts on clear days in late afternoons and deepens giving us lovely melancholic evenings to satisfy the most romantic of souls and often lingers until late the next morning before it starts to burn off. So if you are flying into or out of Victoria during this time, dear readers, keep that in mind as planes are often grounded because of it. But I digress. This morning was typical and as I meandered along the Dallas road the fog was just lifting. I parked at the quay and got out. As I shut the door I looked up and there she was out in the harbour –a two mast tall ship in full sail - a ghost ship in the fog.  I was immediately plunged into a Robert Louis Stevenson world with London docks, rogues and pirates swearing and cursing and rollicking crowds of sailors, the air exotically pungent with the aroma of spices, coffee, refuse and rats. Then the fog lifted and I could see her standing there in all her glory. The sea was silver and serene, the sky was silver and serene and she was silver and serene - a majestic sight. I stood there enthralled. Suddenly the still ocean was pierced by a determined head and a long wake. A seal was coming to shore. The spell was broken. I was pulled rudely back to my time, the rogues and pirates, aromas and smells disappearing and I was again on my familiar marine coast along with ordinary seals, screaming gulls and egrets. Was I sorry to be back? Of course I was. Who wouldn’t rather be in a Robert Louis Stevenson world? On the other hand, though I know I can fit into the most challenging situations with élan, I am not so very sure about rogues, pirates and rats so I  happily walked along the quay greeting my fellow walkers with a cheery good morning just as all good Victorians do.  

BLOGG # 63 "WHAT A DEAL

Yesterday I was leafing through a fashion magazine while at my doctors office when I came upon an article titled “Designer items at reduced prices” The price of one of the items they quoted was a second hand Jane Birkin lizard Crystal bag at thirty two thousand dollars. Jane Birkin, as my savvy bloggers know was a model, fashion muse, an icon of the seventies for her fashion sense and the coolest girl in Paris.  Hermes fashioned the ultimate leather woman’s hand bag at that time under her specific instructions and called it the Jane Birkin Bag.  It still is the most coveted piece of accessory today. However, thirty thousand for a second hand purse seems a bit steep and I wonder what the original price was.  To try to wrap my mind around the thirty thousand dollar price tag, I attempted to put it in my world to understand it. Thirty thousand is the yearly income of a low income family in Canada- the minimum hourly rate here is ,I believe, ten dollars an hour-eighty dollars a day, and if in luck, that amounts to four hundred per week, or sixteen hundred a month- Goodness- the math! This amounts to twenty thousand a year. Worse- A single mother with two children on welfare has to make do with about a thousand a month or twelve thousand a year and we consider her a drain on our economy. We certainly haven’t come a long way baby, in the past five hundred years or so, have we? The French king Louis XVI  was beheaded because he spent more on one meal than a peasant in an entire year and his silly jewel -encrusted satin breaches and mile high powdered wigs broke the bank. Of course we still have an occasional despot who insists on gold toilet seats even in these enlightened times- but a thirty thousand dollar Birkin bag?  Somehow this disgusts me more than the crazy French king and his mile high powdered wigs or the present day despot’s toilet seat.  It makes me wonder where we are going- especially when I think there are large populations living under the poverty line starving with  Drones at a horrendous cost, flying over their heads with intent to bomb, using the excuse of “terrorist hunting”- I really begin to wonder!   I am an optimist and have faith in the integrity of the human spirit, but this Birkin Bag has shaken it. Hopefully ,dear readers, not for long as we need much optimism right now.--   Having read my newly posted blog again, I decided I had better come off my self rightious perch and admit to liking the original Jane Birkin Bag; love reading the Vogue magazine knowing it is a self-indulgent act; enjoy fashion in all it's variations and tremble to think I am becoming a soapbox shouting agitator, so please read  my blogg with a large grain of salt.--- Your  non-agitating, peace-loving auntie blogger   Laurie