People watching

So today I hitched a ride with a friend of mine and her two kids to Aspen. It's the only town around these here parts that actually has a Gap. Can you believe that. A Gap. With a Gucci store AND a Christian Dior store directly across the street. From the Gap.


The Gap featured the dress on the left in
their window display. Christian Dior featured the dresses, the hat, and the bag on the right in their window display.


I don't think I could be more amused on a shopping spree if I wanted to. But Aspen is so much more than skiing and shopping. It's also the people watching that tends to be the bees knees. So while my friend was filling up a dressing room with things for me to try on (aren't I the lucky one? I HATE shopping. She made what could have been a horrible trip into a terrific one), I got to sit in the car with her sleeping kiddos and people watch. In a ten minute time span I heard English, Spanish, French and German. I saw people who looked like your average Joe and Jane- while in the same blink of an eye I saw someone who looked entirely made of plastic with what had to have been THE perkiest double e bosoms EVER. And then there was the man walking beside her. He was tan, tan, TAN. What else... I saw ripped up jeans. I saw four fur coats. And I lost count of how many stiletto heeled boots I saw on women who were wearing skin tight jeans with huge belts and HUGE purses.

I wonder what they thought of me when I got out of the car wearing the best t-shirt ever (by they way, you can't get this at the Gap or Gucci).... You can bet I was making sure every one saw it- after all, people watching is a give and take business. And business is business.