Downton or Downtown

I jumped on the band wagon, along with half of Utah, in the love of a show called Downton Abbey. A fascination with how the other half live. I was able to find a place online and get copies from the library, before the que jumped to 150. I have felt a fascination towards the upper crust way of life, ever since Fridays nights at home with my Mum, watching Dynasty on the tele and wishing I could wear sequins to dinner and my hair was that big and perfect. Today our equivalent shows, are full of indecent exposure and although I still secretly wish I had been born a Kardashian, I realize I am at least 7 inches too tall and lack the lips, big hair and immoral conduct necessary. It is no secret that I was uncharacteristically excited, about the grand opening of the new "city Creek Center" Downtown and I admit I have been there several times already. It did not disappoint.

I didn't go blow our retirement or anything (already did that before, thank you neighborhood foreclosures for causing our panic)but I have enjoyed browsing the different stores and a generally different "downtown" feeling.

There are certainly some high end stores and it's fun to look at how much 2 months mortgage payment would get you, say, a leather jacket from Porsche or the most hideous shoes I've ever seen

But really my pleasure came just from the downtown feeling. I fantasize that one day, Boyd and I will have a loft downtown and this place would do nicely.

I could just sit and watch the world go by, I am a people watcher, I love it, I feel alive. I was amazed at all the really stylish people I saw. It's like people get all dressed up, to go shopping, so they can get stuff, to get all dress up, to go shopping... Oh the fantasy world that great romance novels are made of.

So there you have it, I am being honest, despite all the lessons on pride and worldly riches being of the devil, I face this challenge every day, of wishing I was the skinny, blond chick, with the 5 inch choos on, carrying more bags than a girl should have to without a PA. Oh and there was one beautiful thing I saw, that I wanted there and then and wished Daddy Warboyds would get me (which he would if I really meant it)

Alas, it was not for sale, just being valet parked while they got cheesecake. I bet they didn't have a 2 hour wait!!