You know you’re having a bad hair day when it’s not even your hair.
It was windy tonight, gusting up a storm for sure. The rains came and with umbrella at the ready I braved the sidewalks of downtown Vancouver seeking the perfect gift for an up coming birthday.
My daughter will turn 31 years of age this Sunday.
Where does the time go?
I know what I want to get for her and part one is in the bag. Now it’s on to part two.
The rain now became torrential. Sewers were backing up rapidly and the streets began to transform into lakes.
I pushed on though. Diligent in my pursuit of the task at hand.
Saw the item of interest at the first store. Great price! Still I had a couple of more stores to check out so back out into the wilds of Vancouver I went.
The street band that had been playing were now on a weather induced intermission.
The lakes that had been forming when I entered the store now resembled raging rivers.
The winds came up and tossed the umbrella unexpectedly which bounced against my head catching the wig. Immediately I grabbed my wig holding it in place albeit rather awkwardly.
My real hair at the moment is about 1 1/2 inches in length. And it’s doing some weird ass shit, let me tell you.
All my life I wanted curly or wavy hair. Careful what you wish for. I just may get it and I’m terrified.
This thick mass of dark ash blond with, according to a member of my gym, red highlights in there as well is all curly cue on top.
The area where my bangs would be is curling straight up, as are a few other areas. I’ll have to have a sit down with my hair and explain the laws of gravity.
Another gust of wind came up threatening to dismantle the wig from my head. by the time I entered the second store I was looking a little disheveled.
I tried, without the benefit of a mirror, to smooth out the wig.
Wigs, when blown all to hell, don’t fall back into place as would normal hair. It will just remain sticking up in the most unnatural and unusual of positions. The world will now know that this is not your real hair.
And in truth, I really don’t mind anyone knowing this. I’ve gone without the wig on several occasions.
And if I had the bag with me that I use when I hit the gym I’d gladly have simply removed it and popped it into my purse.
I was appalled at the prices at the second store and debated going back then and there but the book store called.
I purchased two books. One is a favorite of mine. ‘Who Has See the Wind?’ by W.O. Mitchell and the second ‘Traitor’s Blade’ by Sebastien de Castell.
Sebastien is a member of one of my writing groups and this is his first publication. He’s a really good writer and I really want to support everyone on every level and enjoy some cool books in the process. I’ll have him sign it next time I see him.
Then I searched for a cover for my Kobo.
It was back out into the deluge. I wandered down Granville St. admiring the skies above me. The clouds were churning furiously trying to make the falling rain pound down ever harder.
I was observing the re-construction of the old Eaton’s Centre.
Nordstrom’s is moving to Vancouver and the development is a little intimidating. It looks expensive and it will most definitely be expensive.
Photo of Granville Street back in the late 1950’s, early 1960’s
I’m feeling a little saddened at the Americanization of Granville Street.
Robson Street is fast becoming a vacancy lot as no one can afford the ridiculous rents. ‘For Lease’ signs grace the vacant store fronts far too commonly these days.
And the stores that remain hint at elitism. If you don’t have the cash, then don’t come in.
I made may way to the third store and trekked up to the 6th floor. I really wasn’t surprised that the costs were higher here. Still, the item of interested was priced the same as at the second store and this did really did cause the eyebrows to raise speculatively.
I headed down to the 3rd floor to check out the new spring fashions. Even tried a few things on.
Unfortunately my mid-section is still very much inflated. I’ll have to work a little harder to get back into shape. And I’m feeling a little angry at the cancer for inducing this weight gain.
Clothing looks awkward on me these days. I look awkward on me these days.
Yes, I’m starting over with the running, with the gym. I’m re-building.
Leaving the store I debated heading back down to the first store to pick up the item and decided to pick it up on the morrow. It was 7:00 PM and my parking meter would be expiring.
I had also worked up an appetite so it was time for dinner. I plugged the meter then headed over to The Kingston for a nibble.
It looks quite forlorn these days. Two condo / mixed-use towers are going up on either side of this quaint boutique hotel that houses a fabulous tap house and grill.
A memory flashed as I sat down.
A few years back my daughter and I come down to do some shopping. We stopped at the White Spot that used to be around the corner from here for breakfast. Then we shopped. By 2:00 PM we’d done some serious damage and had a blast in the process.
We came to The Kingston for a late lunch. A lovely woman of Irish decent was our server. The place was pretty quiet that day. We laughed ourselves silly during our meal along with Megan, our server.
I slipped off to bathroom to clean up a bit. The wig looked rather ragged as do I.
It’s okay though. I straightened myself out a bit and headed back to the table to order my meal and jot down a few thoughts.
Heading home I looked at this city of mine. Vancouver is not wearing the mantel of this face lift she’s been given very well. We have politicians that want to rip her apart and re-build her in their image.
I hope we can hold onto a few of the old familiars such as The Kingston, Denman Street, Davie Street, etc.
The rains have stopped for the time being. Time to call it a day.
Have a great evening everyone. Peace.