by Whet Moser
I was checking out the latest copy of Michigan Avenue, because I enjoy knowing what the well-to-do in Chicago are up to, and the fact that they're usually not up to anything I want to do ("I have a feeling that if I achieved all my dreams it would cut into my sitting-around time" - Maria Bamford) makes me feel better about being ill-to-do. Anyway, this month they had a spread of expensive watches, all of which are surprisingly (or not) hideous, but the Le Cirque Animalier de Cartier eagle watch caught my eye:
There are other terrible watches in the Le Cirque Animalier line, but the eagle struck a chord - it looks like something you'd find at a flea market or truckstop, only with so many freaking diamonds (6.03 carats) that they won't tell you the price unless you ask. I don't even think Liberace would approve. Anyway, this has been today's reminder that the rich are different from you and me mostly insofar as they have more money. Anyone looking to invest in my ivory and platinum Hummel figurine business is encouraged to send envelopes full of Krugerrands.