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Showing posts with label Target. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Target. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Memory Has Just Been Sold

I go to Target because all things baby are there in one place.
Stores with fluorescent lights are challenging for me,
but I have come to like Target.
This is why I am appalled at the Liberty of London DISHES!!!
The ties are poor imitations,
the women's clothing is at best amusing and whimsical,
but the DISHES...well
they upset me.

This is why:
Clearly there is a license agreement.
The flowers have none of the depth in detail that I remember.
I formerly considered this clothing beautifully designed,
created with care and special. Now I have visions of women matching their table settings.

Seeing it in this new light
disturbs my memory.
I keep thinking of the J. Guiles song
My Angel's in the Centerfold

I suppose it is mature of the company to save itself by making more money.
I must remember the ties from my childhood as individual items.
They can no longer be a statement of sophistication.
I miss Liberty of London.
It was here even when Bob was not.
If I hadn't seen the new version my memory would still be intact.

I miss ideas.
I may be able to mourn a concept more easily than a person.
xoxo,
Bob's Daughter

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Looking for Bob's Tie

I just searched the Paul Smith site looking for ties that remind
me of my father.
Clearly they are not as adventurous as they were in the 1970's.
A brand lives on beyond its designers.
Bob might have worn this tie.

Now that Liberty of London is at Target I doubt he would still wear their line.
I loved his Liberty of London ties. There was a tie rack on the back of the walk-in closet door in Bob and Linda's bedroom. After Bob died Linda gave away his clothes and shoes, but not his ties - not for a very long time. I used to go into the closet and run my fingers through them. Then one day they were gone, but I had already taken the motorcycle tie. I will find it. I still have it, packed away, so that I will never forget. I will always have my father's tie.

I wonder where my email went?

xo,
Bob's Daughter