Am I a bad, shallow person to enjoy places like Liberty so thoroughly? Only the one percent can actually buy anything there, right? True, although I did buy some nail varnish, as they call nail polish in Britain. It cost £12 ($15)—the most expensive nail polish I’ve ever bought—but I love the color and it reminds me of my day there.
But no regular person can actually afford to buy a pair of pants at Harrods. Isn’t that wrong? Isn’t it criminal that people spend £1,500 on baby carriages made by Maserati? Or £2,000 for jeweled clutch purses, or £200 for a canvas tote bag because it has the Liberty look and label?
Isn’t it outrageous that people spend £95 for a small plate with a Liberty design on it, when they won’t give £5 to the homeless person sitting on the pavement outside the store?
Yes, it is outrageous. And I’m glad there are people designing, making, selling, and buying beautiful things in this world.
Maybe, if the contents of all the high-end department stores were liquidated and the proceeds given to homeless people, those folks would get new clothes, get jobs, find apartments, fall in love, and live happily ever after.
Some would, some wouldn’t. Some might use the money to start a small business, and build it into a business empire … like Harrods. Some have such intractable problems that no amount of money or social service intervention can solve them. Some poor people would be offended by the offer of cash and continue on their own path of working their way up.
No, it’s much more complicated. I’ve worked in nonprofit organizations almost my whole career and I know that rich people and businesses can be part of the solution.
I just searched the Liberty website for the terms “donations,” “charity,” “corporate social responsibility,” and “philanthropy” and came up empty handed. It would be nice to think that they hired ex offenders or donated unsold shoes to charity auctions.
I would be happy to help them start a corporate philanthropy program if they would just allow me to work from that green velvet sofa.
For better or worse, I have an “eye” for color, composition, and all things beautiful, whether they’re manmade or natural. You may be thinking, “Well everyone loves beautiful things!” but you would be wrong. I have friends who have nothing on their walls. Nothing. No art, not even Art-in-a-Box from Target.
They come to my house, look around, and say, “Wow, you have so much stuff on your walls. Interesting.” As if it has never occurred to them that they could do the same, much less surround themselves with beautiful, interesting, uplifting objects.
I have been told that I notice things, in general. The other day, I was in an old-timey grocery store in St. Paul and said to my friend, “Hey! When was the last time you saw a grocery store with a ‘Grits’ aisle?”
She laughed and said, “You always notice things like that.”
Doesn’t everyone? I guess not.
I asked my landlady, “What are those tracks?”
“The ones there—that look like a snake made them,” I pointed.
“Oh, those. I’ve never noticed them. Maybe a mouse?”
I am in a hyper-state of noticing when I’m traveling. It was good to know I could see things—delightful, humorous things—right at home. This new year, I’m going to try to pull it in even closer, and notice things in my house that I use or pass by—sightless—every day.
Back at Fortnum and Mason, Heidi and I worked our way slowly through the food hall.
I bought a box of Earl Grey tea for Lynn and a box of English Breakfast for myself. I didn’t buy these exact containers but you get the idea of the packaging.
Yes, they cost more than a canister of PG Tips at Tesco. They may not have been grown in a socially-responsibly, environmentally-sustainable manner. But so what? They’re beautiful, and six months later I am still dipping into my stash and enjoying the tea and the memory.