Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

April 24, 1991

Dear Everyone:

Just when you thought it was safe to go near the Mall... Shopping II, The Sequel. 

“Jeannie” and I have been shopping the past few weekends, she for a condominium, myself or some new blouses. Also a new pair of sandals just in case Summer ever comes to sunny California (it's freezing here!  Highs are only in the 50’s.) 

A few weeks ago I received one of those certificates from JC Penney.  You know, the one that says “between these dates save 25% off everything you buy in the store in a single day (excluding jewelry, furniture, carpeting and anything else with a substantial price tag)". 

Getting one of these certificates does to your budget what getting a box of Sees Chocolates does to your diet:  You know you shouldn't, but not to accept it would be, well, rude, don't you think?  And I really could use some new blouses. 

When “Jeannie” goes shopping, she’s looking for bargains.  The actual item is often non-specific.  When I go shopping, I generally know more or less what I'm looking for.  Put the two together and you have the system.  We go into the appropriate section of the store and I tell “Jeannie”:  “Blouses.  Size 14-16.  Short sleeves.  Open neck.”  Go get ‘em, Tiger! 

“Jeannie” goes off and while I'm looking at a few possibilities, she comes back with an armload of candidates.  Unfortunately, the designers had decided that this would be the Year of the Ridiculous Neckline.  It was difficult to find anything that I felt I would be comfortable wearing.  Nevertheless, we did find three acceptables.  The score:  Pete-1.  “Jeannie”-2. 

As long as we were there and getting 25% off stuff, I picked out a set of “designer” bed sheets that claim to have been “inspired" by Monet's water lilies.  Have you priced sheets lately?  Ye gods! 

“Jeannie’s” condominiums were primarily in the Dublin/Pleasanton area, although she thinks she might be better off, geographically speaking, in Clayton.  I like condominium-shopping because it helps me to realize how incredibly lucky I was to stumble across my place at the time that I did.  The price, financing and timing were just right and I've yet to see a place that has anywhere near the storage space that my little hovel has.  By the way, my next-door neighbors have sold their unit for approximately $36,500 more than I paid for mine.  And I have one more closet than they do. 

My upstairs neighbor, Thunderfoot, however, has had her place on the market for over a month and doesn't seem to be getting so much as a nibble.  I could have bought that unit, but at the time I thought “If I don't like the way the bathroom and bedrooms are laid out, chances are prospective buyers won't either might be harder to sell”  Looks like I was right. 

Another reason I like going condominium shopping with “Jeannie” is that we get to look at all the models, plus picking up on designing tips.  This year's homes are all wearing “bleached” wood.  Two places had the exact same cabinets throughout. 

This seems to be a “natural” progression in designer evolution.  We've gone from Country (designers no longer, thank God, feel compelled to place a goose on the kitchen counter) to Santa Fe (washed out blues and pinks and lots of terra-cotta pottery) to the current Pale Blah.  Hopefully, by next year, someone will get an idea and go “Primary Colors!” and the pendulum will start to swing the other way. 

In the meantime I'll stick with Monet. 

Love, as always, 

 

Pete

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