Knick-knacks for the idle rich
Today could have started with a boat ride. The invitation was received by campfire post, but the impending heat and an urge to shop for the unnecessary meant that the day was spent on dry land.
Fo r several years, my sister has praised the aesthetic value of The Dunes in Brackley Beach, so after a few intown errands (and a great breakfast at The Great Canadian Bagel) the road led north towards the shore.
Maybe it’s a guy thing. I can appreciate a selection of sconces and an array of carved maple bowls with the best of ’em, but this place leads to sensory overload.
Too muc h teak, too many towels, no musical instruments (except for those noisome frog scrapers). My interest was piqued by a fab spiral staircase and a deep-voiced gong (not for sale). The pottery shop, where the visitor is NOT invited to get their fingers gray, had merit. I’d still love to spin the wheel and see if I could have my own version of a muddy day, though.
Old habits die hard, so when we encountered a flock of immersed shoppers in Dollarama, we had to listen in. Once a monitor, always…
They (the immersed) were trying to prepare for some costumed moment later in the afternoon. Unless your dress code is based on coloured papers and cheap canned goods, that might not have been the place to shop. Imagine if they ever discover a boutique like Frenchie’s or Froggy’s or the Sally Ann! For the record, we could tell that this was an out-of -town crowd long before they said a word in Broken English.
