Wiggia sends this:
A wonderful example of the parallel universe our upper classes live in, the section commenting on Belgravia is a classic.
Pages 26-29 click on to enlarge.
I’m not impressed at all and certainly don’t hanker after that. I suggest that Wiggia doesn’t either but I know many who would thumb through those pages, wasting their time because they’re never going to have it and even if I did have the five thou a week to spend, I’d wait six months, living in cheap digs and then build a more salubrious craft than the one I have now, much as I love this one.
You can call that the inner plebeian, I call it a sense of proportion and sanity.
The reason for this attitude is ex-gfs who did hanker after all of this and thought paying triple or quadruple for an item, even if the cloth and cut was beautiful – something I can actually appreciate – was a matter of label and admittedly feel – but label was the more vital factor, with the feel a natural consequence.
This bizarre world of big spend is meant to impress, so these girls let a hundred thousand here, a million there, trip off the tongue as if they have that kind of money, not understanding that a woman in that position has sold her soul for a golden cage and doesn’t carry on like that.
Otherwise she’s kept. Or married. Nothing wrong with that at all but to lose one’s soul in it in some sort of oneupmanship does have something wrong with it. It’s not unlike someone having many homes and spending a couple of weeks in each, rather than developing the property him or herself and having a stake in it.
I’ve been at the garden parties, I’ve had a flat attached to one of the grandest properties. Very nice living for sometime, no point saying otherwise. But there are things I could be doing with that money with a more downsized place and more mobility.
It always seems a sad thing, this ratrace and as mentioned above, I don’t hanker after it at all. In fact it depresses me, seeing the shiny glitz page after page. I seriously would not buy a plastic fantastic, even if I had the money. You can call my craft all sorts of names – I call it houseboat – but I don’t care what you call it. I know how good it is and isn’t and that’s enough, given my current circumstances.
To work hard for something a bit better is fine, IMHO but hankering after something in a ridiculous league is, frankly, ridiculous. Firmly believe in dreams but they must be achievable ones, ones within your means if you play your cards right. There’s satisfaction in that.
Don’t know how much blogging will be done tomorrow. If the hurricane hits up here, then I’ll be battening down and trying to save the boat. If it doesn’t, I’ll be out there building it.
So we’ll see tomorrow.
Chuckles’s minds-eye view of how it’s all going: