THEY WON'T LET US AGE
This week I was down at the Distillery District with three friends. We are women in our 60’s and 70’s. The Distillery District, if you don’t know it, is a cobblestoned pedestrian area east of the downtown Toronto core, and, right now, heavily into the festive season, decorated and cheery, but cold! When it first opened, the district had lovely art studios, cozy restaurants, a village vibe. But now, like every place else, it has become increasingly commercial and outrageously expensive. We strolled, took the obligatory pics and popped into stores every now and then, not to buy stuff but to warm up, because at this age, who needs more stuff? We’re getting rid of things, not adding tchotchkes and knick-knacks no matter how pretty and pricey they are. At one store that sold beauty creams and such, the sales lady wooed us in with samples of slivers of hand-made soaps. Once inside, she looked at our faces and determined we needed under-eye serum to get rid of wrinkles and puffiness. Two of...
