Funny that Park City has a hippie vibe with million dollar plus houses. I found myself a hippie purse at a consignment store off Main Street the other day. It fit my wallet and cell phone and is much lighter than the Canadian Roots bag (also from Main Street) that I carry every day.
Jim’s mother was here for a week and spent down-time embellishing a plain white denim jacket I bought last year at Old Navy. It’s still drying. I’ll send a photo later in the week. Basically it has embellished buttons, a peace symbol on the arm and an embellished LOVE symbol on the back.
I told the guy at the consignment store, where I saw a horse pin similar to the one I wore as a girl, and lost, that this is my hippie-dom. He looked at me in his blond dreadlocks and wondered aloud why I had never been a hippie. I said I was a kid and had to wear dresses or skirt and blouse to school. Now is the time for me to wear denim jackets and jeans and a fringed purse.
I like western wear, something I never embraced in Texas because my husband needed to dress like a banker. Now he owns every plaid shirt Stetson and Resistol make, plus denim. We call it “Utah Formal.” Yes, he wears a Cossack hat in winter and an Indiana Jones hat in summer. He is known for his hats.
If we have to go back and “pass” in society we’ll get our adult clothing out of storage and remember fondly our days out west. Let’s hope that’s not for a good long time. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 