Route of Heroes? More like Rout of Consumers.
Yonge and Bloor, Toronto's highfalutin' economic epicenter (or so it seems to me). And who am I to say no? Although plenty said no to me: I struck out at J. Crew, Zara, Roots, Banana Republic, and especially Holt Renfrew's men's store, which featured some gorgeous designer clothing, accompanied by some stuff better left on the Paris runway--or perhaps I mean the Paris runaway. HR for Men: Where Canada's Aspirational Eurotrash Come to Shop.
But I mined haberdasher gold at The Bay. Which probably says more about my sense of style (and waistline) these days than I care to admit. Nevertheless, they were beautiful shirts (and, OK, a tie, too), sort of a plum hue, which seems to be my colour de l'année.
And speaking of aspirational Eurotrash, have you met me lately?
Still very new to Canada, I'm in between paychecks, having finished one job and now starting another within the last month. Nevertheless, I didn't go the Route of Credit because I don't yet have a Canadian credit card and am trying to give my American ones a bit of a breather after the move.So I did the, ahem, practical thing: I used my new Canadian debit card.
Now come on, I needed to know it worked. Really, I owed it to the bank and the hiccuping Canadian economy.
And if I don't watch out, I really will owe it to the bank. Really, money doesn't grow on trees, not even in Canada.
