Friday, July 3, 2010
I was roaming about (shopping) solo in downtown Montreal, and was actually on my way back to the hotel to check on my sleeping cousin - when I rounded a corner and lo! Rudsak had their door wide open, and the scent of fine leather wafted out, but I kept on walking. My peripheral vision however, betrayed my determination - like magnets, my eyes were drawn to the luscious bags on display in the window, the smell of leather gently overpowered my olfactory senses.
I swooned, and apparently I lost all control of my Birkenstock-clad feet, and I floated through the entry-way of the store.
The cloud that carried me into the shop, deposited me upright and I inhaled deeply the delicious scent of the Rudsak leather all around me. I became drunk on the aroma and vision of fine goods in every direction, on countless shelves divine clothing hung seductively on hangers and mannequins...
Dearest friends who know me well, I swear it could only have been the result of divine interference as I was (and still am) high on the blissful experience. I walked out of the store with a chili-coloured purse and chili-coloured crazy-fabulous blouse beautifully wrapped and placed in a black Rudsak shopping bag.
As I navigated my way back to the hotel with my trusty iPhone gps, passersby would see the black Rudsak bag held like a shield, nay a trophy, and the maddening crowd parted for me like the Red Sea for Moses....
(Written 07/04/2010)
I was roaming about (shopping) solo in downtown Montreal, and was actually on my way back to the hotel to check on my sleeping cousin - when I rounded a corner and lo! Rudsak had their door wide open, and the scent of fine leather wafted out, but I kept on walking. My peripheral vision however, betrayed my determination - like magnets, my eyes were drawn to the luscious bags on display in the window, the smell of leather gently overpowered my olfactory senses.
I swooned, and apparently I lost all control of my Birkenstock-clad feet, and I floated through the entry-way of the store.
The cloud that carried me into the shop, deposited me upright and I inhaled deeply the delicious scent of the Rudsak leather all around me. I became drunk on the aroma and vision of fine goods in every direction, on countless shelves divine clothing hung seductively on hangers and mannequins...
Dearest friends who know me well, I swear it could only have been the result of divine interference as I was (and still am) high on the blissful experience. I walked out of the store with a chili-coloured purse and chili-coloured crazy-fabulous blouse beautifully wrapped and placed in a black Rudsak shopping bag.
As I navigated my way back to the hotel with my trusty iPhone gps, passersby would see the black Rudsak bag held like a shield, nay a trophy, and the maddening crowd parted for me like the Red Sea for Moses....
(Written 07/04/2010)