Saturday, February 19, 2011
I love Hermès.
I have loved Hermès since I was a child. As my Mum drove past the store on route seven, I would sit in the backseat wondering what sort of merchandise such a grand looking establishment could hold.
I love the fact that their name gives people trouble. I have heard "Herms", "Hermees" and all sorts of other terrible concoctions of poor french pronunciation.
Well now there's more to love. I haven't looked at the prices of any of their furniture for fear of raising my own blood pressure. But I hope that one day I'll be able to afford a pillow. That is, after I finally buy my watch.
And if I owned that vanity, I would sit at it and admire myself for being a person who owns a Hermès vanity. I'd tell myself, "gurlll you done good". I probably shouldn't admit to such things. Then I would listen to Philip Glass.
It's good to have a plan. Even if it's a vacant one.