The Pink Moments of Fury

I am no shopper, but while waiting for my children, given the road closure due to a huge mudslide, I stayed in Ojai for the day with my laptop and my dog.

Warning: when I write like this I am not sure anyone needs to read it. But maybe that’s just me. So, if it resonates and you think it is not silly to write like this more publicly, let me know in the comments! Maybe I need a pen name.

“Jeeeesus understands…” chants the music in one downtown Ojai interiors boutique. Really? Is the thought that if it sounds like they’re chanting in Hindi, it doesn’t matter what they’re saying?

Further along the street, another boutique is bustling. I am in there for less than thirty seconds. I look around and decide I should get out, quick. The bustling boutiques of Ojai on a Friday are filled with hair-done, earthy designer clothed females who are buying things quite possibly so they can casually say when someone compliments them on it later, “Oh I got it in a little place in Ojai.”