Beverly Hills 1971. I was working the credit department of a fashionable department store at the corner of Wilshire and Fairfax. A professional appearing gentleman wearing a nice tailored suit came to me at the credit desk and said he was turned down for a store credit card. So, I asked him to fill inContinue reading “Write me a contract like that.”
Category Archives: Fashion
The Okie fashion runway.
Okie Haiku. Denim bib with straps A uniform make. With toes in steel. Laboring and sitting on pew.
Less product for more money.
Shrinkflation. What is it? I generally am not litigious but I very much would like to sue the fashion industry. They too have jumped on this “shrinkflation” concept. Reduced product size but selling at the same old price. As you might have noticed with other consumer goods that they are becoming less in size orContinue reading “Less product for more money.”
Lawn mowing cover up.
A mowing distraction. When we lived on Joplin Avenue in Tulsa, we had a large grassy lawn area in front of the house. Possibly about 3000-square feet or more of Bermuda and crab grass. Enough room to build another house on top of. Lots of lawn to mow none the less. Our adult daughter, whoContinue reading “Lawn mowing cover up.”
A pillowy mound of pillows.
I absolutely don’t get it! Sheba, my secret spouse, insists we have piles and piles of pillows on our bed. Pillows that cover half the bed. And we are talking a queen size bed. What is Sheba trying to accomplish here? Are we to hide under them during a bombing raid? Or dig in underContinue reading “A pillowy mound of pillows.”
How to get less for the dollar.
They call it shrinkflation. Ever hear of it? It’s when a packaged product is reduced in size or weight but sold at the old price. No price reduction but quantity reduction instead. For a recent example you probably have noticed a roll of toilet paper has become a half inch narrower but sold at itsContinue reading “How to get less for the dollar.”
It was just Barberism.
From the time I could first remember, my dad cut my hair. From about two-years old and up to age 13 my Okie dad was my exclusive hair stylist. My dad would have me sit on a stack of Los Angeles telephone directories and Yellow pages all piled on a dining chair he sat outContinue reading “It was just Barberism.”
I’m too big for my britches. I pull my pants up around my stomach and tighten my belt and it quickly slips down under my pregnant-looking belly. So I keep pulling them up and once again they slip down under the fatso protrudance. The frontal bumper. The belly that looks like a pot. None theContinue reading “My Britches.”