Most people recognize the hot pink Holt Renfrew bag as something that contains a luxurious treat, a gift that will elevate a birthday to another level, whose contents will bring a state of joy and excitement not possible by regular wrapping paper. It's like the blue/green Tiffany box. The heart quickens its pace. The mind wanders to material fantasies. The hands open it slowly to extend the pleasure.
....you pull out a pair of orthopaedic insoles.
Mothers. Only they can get away with giving you a gift like this. And so deceptively in a Holt Renfrew bag. I pretty sure she thinks I was turning 71 instead of 31.
Named after my uncanny junior high appearance and subsequent nickname, this blog is dedicated to the superfluous. An outlet for random thoughts, rants, photos and other items I think I will cherish in my old age. The internet is forever, right?