Posts Tagged ‘red mittens’

Oh Canada, home of the most politically correct, polite people on the planet. Yup that’s us.

Well, I had a moment of creative (but perhaps, not so politically correct) inspiration a week or so back that caused me to lose it in uncontrollable hysterics on the bus. I was doing that silent laugh, the kind that shakes your body and causes you to turn red in the face and cry because you can’t breathe. I could barely get a few words out, let alone explain my entire thought process to my poor man, who just stared at me like I had completely lost my marbles.

We had just spent an hour or so down at the official Olympic merch shop downtown, gorging on “cheese” in the form of toques, key chains, pins, etc, so I was flying high on Olympic love.

…Yes, one day on the bandwagon, one day off.  That’s how we Vancouverites roll, no? (Just ask the Canucks).

Anyways, for whatever reason, my Olympic excitement and resentment morphed into an image of Vancouver’s homeless wandering the streets dressed head-to-toe in Olympic clothing set to Nina Simone’s Sinnerman. Picture the bowler hat scene at the end of Thomas Crown Affair…We could shoot a couple-minute YouTube video of Olympic clad homeless pushing shopping carts down alleys, past bins and right up to the doors of the shiny new venues all set to the frantic beat of Sinnerman.

I doubt The Bay nor VANOC would sponsor the needed outfits, but golly it sure could be a social media sensation!


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I am finally the proud owner of some red mittens. This is good news. The one Olympic-related souvenir I wanted to own and proudly wear was a pair of those damn mittens. I stalked The Bay in the days before Christmas, hoping I would time my visits with a surprise delivery of the big nationwide seller. It never happened. Once, missing a shipment by seconds, I spotted distraught people near tears, bickering with staff over the unfairness of mass mitten purchasers hawking the items on EBay. What a gong show. Out of my entire extended family, only my grandma was able to find the mittens. It pays to be retired with time during the day to stake out department stores. Unfortunately, she assumed that my mom would have equally good luck and got the entire rest of the family mittens. Needless to say, when finding out that my little family was indeed left mitten-less this Christmas, my Grandma promptly slept with someone at The Bay and was paid in mittens. I am kidding. She bought them. So here are my 2010 Olympic mittens.

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