Luxury must be comfortable, otherwise it is not luxury.Coco ChanelWasn't Coco Chanel just so pretty?
Last night she saved my life!
Tuesday nights, I close the library. Well, my part of the library: Youth! Usually I am pretty tired after I get home, but one more important duty awaits: take out the garbage. (This is especially important if you have stinky bunnies and kitty.)
Turning off my car, I glanced down at my Chanel purse. Suddenly it seemed like the best idea in the world to take my purse with me as I rolled out the garbage can. (This is very strange, since I never wear my purse to take out the garbage.) So I slung it over my head.
My garbage can was heavy. It also contained about half of a Texas Sage bush, which I am most earnest about trimming into tiny tiny shrubs. When I got to the curb, I was trying to turn it around to face the right way when a vicious snarl erupted directly behind me.
There was this
huge dog standing right there, absolutely
accosting me. I grabbed the only weapon I had, the purse around my neck, and started waving it about (not unlike Rebecca Bloomwood in the movie
Confessions of a Shopaholic when
she is waving her fan while dancing.) I was very frightened. The dog, as I mentioned, was exceptionally large. The only thing keeping it from lunging for my neck was my well-made purse.
Finally, it backed off. Retreating slowly, I made my way back into my house, and sighed a huge sigh of relief.
Why did I take my purse with me? Was it intuition, that sixth sense? Or an unseen angel perhaps, sending me a silent message? Maybe a little of both? I may never know, but I can say thank you to Coco Chanel for inspiring a legacy wherein sturdy handbags serve multiple purposes (not unlike Amelia Peabody's parasol. See
Crocodile on the Sandbank.)
A woman who doesn't wear perfume has no future.
Coco Chanel
4 comments:
That was GREAT!!
Tiff..I must say your posts are delightful
Thanks for reading!
Hilarious!
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