'Mrs. 'Arris Goes to Paris'

This may be the only time I use this adjective on this blog: Charming.

A sweet little short story about a charming, headstrong London housekeeper who wants nothing but a Dior dress. And then she proceeds to charm the pants off everyone she meets.

A comment on religion, fate and the thought that good things happen to good people.

Of course, it brings up the question of what is really important in life. Why can't thing be important, like dresses, cars, houses, watches and such?

I have a friend who makes a lot of money, but you'd look at him and not know the difference. He doesn't drive an expensive car or live in a large house. But he likes expensive pens. Yes, the utensils used for writing things. In no other part of his life does he spend large amounts of money except on pens.

So what's wrong with that? We're taught not to overly value merchandise and consumer products, but to instead embrace religion, family, friends, etc. But in the end, we can take neither (the family and such and the ephemeral items, too) with us to the grave.