Well, yesterday was an “opportunity for growth” day*: For some reason I couldn’t access WordPress, while at the same time the (new) roof leaked for most of the afternoon and I had four bowls in the kitchen trying to catch the drips.
This morning the sun has come out, I can blog, and The Husband is in the attic collecting soaking-wet insulation into garbage bags so we won’t have home-grown mold taking over. For more homeowner fun, he’ll be clambering on the roof later to see what was the reason for the leaking roof.
On the blog part, I must thank the guys at David All Group, especially the brilliant and handsome Joe Mansour, for the excellent service. At all times of day or night they have come through. They moved this blog from Blogger to WordPress and have provided unequal support and service. If you are considering hiring a web service provider, go the All way.
Special thanks also to the dozen readers who emailed asking about the blog troubles. I really appreciate your support.
Since it’s Sunday, it’s time to think shoes – not that I need any excuse for that – and Beth (who’s going to be a grandmother) yesterday sent me this photo of the shoes Palin wore on Thursday at the RNC:
(By the way, those are not McCain’s shoes you’re looking at. McCain was wearing a matched suit, as you can see here)
Her shoes remind me a lot of the Ferragamo Ribes
However, the shoes Palin’s wearing in the photo are different.
Could it be that we are looking at the Ferragamo ticket? I can only hope so. Ferragamos are my favorite shoes.
Of course the party of envy and class struggle will have canniptions over the Republicans’ Ferragamos. They already have over McCain’s Ferragamo loafers (last year it was Fred’s turn), and right now they’re shocked, SHOCKED, I tell you! over Cindy McCain’s $300,000 Outfit, even when Mrs McCain is a wealthy woman in her own right, and in a free market democracy one can buy whatever one may best please. Once punitive inheritance taxes are paid, one may also inherit pearls and diamonds. When you have Secret Service protection one can wear the real thing, too.
Which, as it turns out, may or may not be a $300,000 outfit. Here’s how they break it down:
Oscar de la Renta dress: $3,000
Chanel J12 White Ceramic Watch: $4,500
Three-carat diamond earrings: $280,000
Four-strand pearl necklace: $11,000–$25,000
Shoes, designer unknown: $600
Total: Between $299,100 and $313,100
So let’s look at the numbers, if you can bear with me.
The Oscar de la Renta dress and the Chanel watch are easy enough to recognize. However, only an expert can assess the value of a pearl necklace (and the expert would need an x-ray machine to ascertain if the pearls are natural or cultured) or diamond earrings (again, with a loupe). And, who knows what the shoes would cost in the “designer unknown” category?
The Vanity Fair editors, whose salaries and lifestyles depend on selling exactly the items Cindy McCain consumes, are outraged that she purportedly spends her money on such things instead of, say, the full array of back-to-school supplies and clothes for 500 kids. In all the years she’s been in public office I don’t recall Vanity Fair giving Nancy Pelosi the same kind of condemnation over Pelosi’s own Armani suits and Hermes scarves. After all, the $400 you spend on a Hermes scarf will pay for “the full array of back-to-school supplies and clothes” for a couple of kids. Or so would Vanity Fair would have you believe. (The mind wonders how many orphans from Mother Theresa’s orphanage has Nancy adopted, too, but I digress.)
One can only speculate how many Vanity Fair editors were sporting Chanel watches as they wrote and edited those two articles.
Or perhaps their brands of choice veer towards the more traditional Rolex and Cartier? I do recall seeing Graydon Carter wear a Cartier tank watch years ago.
Be that as it may, in this our country, where people like me come in search of opportunity, anyone can aspire to buy oneself beautiful quality items produced from around the world, with one’s own hard-earned money, and enjoy the comforts of prosperity, just like anyone else, without being preached by The One or those who feel they know what’s best for you.
*My late friend Pat used to refer to things which try your patience as “F.O.G.s” or “f*****g opportunty for growth.”
This week’s WSJ’s Five Best Books on presidential administrations, selected by Fred Siegel: