Life Metaphors
I visited the brand new Duluth Trading Company store last night. As I mentioned in a prior post, they make clothes and gear for people who work so hard for a living they wear their clothes out. (I do work hard but have not been known to wear out my clothes, since I mainly work with my brain, but I definitely admire people who work with their bodies that hard.)
Since I know a little something about sewing, I was able to appreciate the fabric and craftsmanship, both of which were outstanding. The prices were high compared to something you'd buy at some trashy place like Wal-Mart, but I think they were dirt cheap for the quality of the items, which would last ten times longer.
My friend has a horse and she mucks out stables to pay for part of his board, so she had much more practical use for the clothing there than I did. We were looking at some hats when she said, "All these warm clothes represent freedom to me."
How fascinating.
It got me to thinking about what represented freedom to me. I think it's a reliable car.
My first car, a '76 Chevy Nova, would just stop working, anytime, anywhere. Driving on an expressway, for instance. Toward the end of its service, my second car, a '92 Dodge Spirit, had a lot of strange electrical issues and eventually did the same. (In fact, I believe I rolled it into the parking lot of the place I traded it in because the engine had cut out.) There were two other cars I co-owned with my ex, one of which was a huge lemon (Saturn), the other now coming to its end. But my trusty old-man-car Buick is still going strong, and I love it. If I need to go somewhere new, I might worry about not knowing where to park, but I won't need to be scared that the Buick's engine is going to cut out on the expressway. I also might not be able to find my car on senior citizen discount day at the grocery store, but I find it rather calming to wander through a lot full of teal Buicks, so that's okay.
(ah, here it is, new-to-me in 2007! I love you, baby!)
What represents freedom to you--anything that surprises you?
Since I know a little something about sewing, I was able to appreciate the fabric and craftsmanship, both of which were outstanding. The prices were high compared to something you'd buy at some trashy place like Wal-Mart, but I think they were dirt cheap for the quality of the items, which would last ten times longer.
My friend has a horse and she mucks out stables to pay for part of his board, so she had much more practical use for the clothing there than I did. We were looking at some hats when she said, "All these warm clothes represent freedom to me."
How fascinating.
It got me to thinking about what represented freedom to me. I think it's a reliable car.
My first car, a '76 Chevy Nova, would just stop working, anytime, anywhere. Driving on an expressway, for instance. Toward the end of its service, my second car, a '92 Dodge Spirit, had a lot of strange electrical issues and eventually did the same. (In fact, I believe I rolled it into the parking lot of the place I traded it in because the engine had cut out.) There were two other cars I co-owned with my ex, one of which was a huge lemon (Saturn), the other now coming to its end. But my trusty old-man-car Buick is still going strong, and I love it. If I need to go somewhere new, I might worry about not knowing where to park, but I won't need to be scared that the Buick's engine is going to cut out on the expressway. I also might not be able to find my car on senior citizen discount day at the grocery store, but I find it rather calming to wander through a lot full of teal Buicks, so that's okay.
(ah, here it is, new-to-me in 2007! I love you, baby!)
What represents freedom to you--anything that surprises you?
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