wherein i show my feminine side
February 22, 2009
Remember Imelda Marcos? Well, I knew Imelda Marcos, and son, I’m no Imelda Marcos.
But I kind of am.
Last year, we went to the Lifthouse ski shop at the mouth of Little Cottonwood Canyon, to hook the kids up with some ski stuff for the season. And on the discount rack, I saw a Marker jacket I decided, for less than $100, I had to have.
I really liked this jacket, it looks all normal, but has a gore-tex liner, and when I’m feeling a little non-conformist, I can ski with it.
Well, for Christmas, my mother in law gave me a gift certificate to the Black Diamond retail store. Which is like the Wonka factory to me.
I walked in with Rick, and looked at all the candy: new gloves (my current gloves have duct tape on 8 of 10 fingers), beanies, avalung packs, socks, skis, all kinds of good stuff.
I bought this Mountain Hardware jacket:
Cuz, you know. I was playing with House Money. You can’t buy stuff you NEED with House Money. Just stuff you WANT.
Here are those two jackets again:
I should just have the operation and become a woman.