Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Day 10

Discovering Jim Thompson was a pleasant revelation, and if you love handbags, toilet bags, sunglasses cases, lipstick cases, silk scarves and other pretty things, you would get an endorphin rush in this store like I did. These items are not for the fainthearted, nor are they for the frivolous. These are exclusive items for the discerning fashion palet because they cost a lot, and they are quality of the highest order.

(not my photo)
The bags range from teeny tiny to large and have various designs and prints to choose from. The design mainstay is scenes of ancient Thai life in action and in particular, lots of elephants, which seem to be his trademark. I found a nice plain black t-shirt with "Jim Thompson" in rhinestones for about $130ish. Nice? Sure... It would outlive every other tee in your closet. Only when I got home did I discover Jim Thompson is first and foremost known for high fashion silk home drapery. I couldn't buy the whole entire shop but being a reader did settle for the biography ($22). You see, the man responsible for the birth of the modern Thai silk trade vanished in 1961 while on a walk in Malaysia. I love a good mystery and aim to read that as soon as I finish The Land Below The Wind.

Being our second last day in the place that has fuelled such praise to God for His blessing on us, and a real love for the people who never ceased in showing kindness (we could learn a lot), we spent it in a keen awareness that the clock was ticking and therefore we chose to relax. It always seems that when you're doing nothing or very little, the clock moves that much slower. I took the time to catch up on the journal and admired the view as much as possible (now perfectly embedded in my mind).

In the evening our whole group stole into the downtown district for dinner for the last time and ate fish out of frypans, which was a very novel experience. It was only slightly rushed, for the men in our group had an appointment to keep with a man who hired out guns. Paintball ones that bruise even the toughest ego. Us wives and kiddoes had shopped for an hour while they crouched, aimed and fired, and came back in time to see our menfolk were still at war with one another. Quickly we could see that if this war were real, we would all be very widowed by now.

Aware they being watched, their performance changed only slightly but one of them tried to do a big bodyroll over an inflatable log but only made it halfway, getting beached on his own belly and bringing a laugh from us standing behind the protective net. We couldn't help but think of real war, a concept so far removed from our beautiful holiday in this gorgeous place.

After the war was over and they'd used up all the ammo, protective beach footwear was removed from their crotches (yes) and overalls were stripped down, shirts were proudly hefted and trophies of dark purple bruises and welts were displayed. The kids were only slightly horrified. If their dads were laughing, this was good enough for them. They were sweaty, tuckered out, and pumped to the max. All for $17 plus ammunition.

If only real war were so cheap.

Decide: What are your wars made of? Do you ever remind yourself we war not with flesh and blood but with the other realm?

"For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places. Therefore, put on every piece of God’s armor so you will be able to resist the enemy in the time of evil. Then after the battle you will still be standing firm." Ephesians 6v12-13 

Car nous n'avons pas à lutter contre des êtres de chair et de sang, mais contre les Puissances, contre les Autorités, contre les Pouvoirs de ce monde des ténèbres, et contre les esprits du mal dans le monde céleste.
C'est pourquoi, endossez l'armure que Dieu donne afin de pouvoir résister au mauvais jour et tenir jusqu'au bout après avoir fait tout ce qui était possible.

2 comments:

  1. I have really enjoyed this holiday vicariously. Now I want to know about the DSD . I am curious. How is your grandma doing?

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