A recent article on the website Sixty and Me talked about a point that Shark Tank’s Mr. Wonderful, Kevin O’Leary, made. Evidently Mr. Wonderful excuses himself from the competition (He says, “I’m out”.) when a presenting entrepreneur’s product pitch promises a result he feels is, or results in a misrepresentation; especially if the promise is for a physical transformation. The example the post uses is an entrepreneur presenting his hair extension product. Mr. Wonderful said that a woman wearing the hair extensions would would be a deception; she would be misrepresenting herself. If this were a first date, for example, the unsuspecting suitor would believe his date’s hair was her own, which would be setting him up for disappointment on the third or forth date.
For some reason, I’m feeling like a reporter of the social pages in a Southern newspaper in the mid 20th Century. So, here we report on Lynnelle’s Visit to St. Augustine—the goal of her recent road trip.
“Barbara Hart was delighted to have visitors this week when her dear friend Lynnelle arrived from Elgin, Texas—a small town near Austin. Wearing a stylish sweater poncho in black and grey, Lynnelle has thoroughly enjoyed her visit, combining pleasure with meetings for their new business, Heels and Tevas.
Or, more of what I’m thinking … WHERE THE HELL DOES THE TIME GO!?
Do you ever NOT have a July-December where you don’t think this? I wonder if our parents, or their parents felt the same – that time passed faster and faster as the years ticked by.
Why does this happen? The # of seconds in a minute doesn’t change. The earth still makes a trip around the sun in the same 365.256 days, of which each is still 24 hours long. Why does it SEEM to go by so much faster? I have two thoughts for your consideration:
Lynnelle will be here soon!
Lynnelle and her Sweetie and the littlest Pablo are coming to St. Augustine. My sweetie, AKA EW is excited (I think he misses Pablo) but he also loves Lynnelle like a brother and likes her sweetie as only a good brother can. (First with narrowed eyes and some reservations, but now with a firm handshake and ready smile.)
“Traditions” change. Those rituals, meals, and celebrations that we swore were cast in stone are altered as our families grow or as our lives change. I used to think of Thanksgiving as one of those inviolable traditions, “If you want to see us on Thanksgiving you’ll have to come to our house.” For 14 years of our married life, Thanksgiving was at our home and all were welcome. It was our holiday.
Wrapping up this project of frolicking through my wardrobe, I am breathing a sigh of relief.
This Capsule Wardrobe project has been eye-opening and I recognize now that it isn’t a “one-and-done” project. Part 1, Part 2 and now, Part 3: the end of this series – but not of my continued quest for simplification.