Boat Review – 2006 Hunter 31

To keep my hand in at looking at boats, I’m volunteering to look at and write up sailboats that are listed for sale, even if I’m not interested in buying them myself. Unless the boat is a complete loser, it’s a win/win for either a broker or boat owner because boats get more presence on line, and I get to see them and learn more about boats. You get to read about them.  Here’s the latest review:

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2006 Hunter 31

 

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Shoe Love: The Final Answer

A young blogging friend of mine down under in Australia recently posted about her February blues, including the fact that she would rather shop for shoes than shop for boat stuff. And that got me thinking. Why are women so shoe-driven? Others have brought up the whole ‘shoe’ issue as well. Who could ever forget Tate’s classic post on Dani’s shoe “problem”? Why do some women enjoy shoe shopping so much more than shopping for boat stuff, especially sailboat hardware?

My thoughts tend to wax philosophical and archetypal on all this, but rather than bore you to death with those esoteric kinds of things, I thought I’d bring it down closer to earth. Why is it that women like me would much rather shop for shoes than for boat hardware? We love our boats, right? We do, we do! So why is it that when we go shopping for boat stuff with our men many of us end up wanting to say, “Oh, just pick one of the shiny round things with levers and let’s move on for the love of Pete!”. Hmmm. Unless we begin to understand, this does not bode well.

This called for a field trip. Since I was headed down to the marina today to check on Moonrise and to view a Hunter 31 for a friend, I decided I would let today be my day to experience shopping at West Marine and Nordstrom and then compare experiences. After collecting data all afternoon, I submit to you my completely scientifically drawn conclusions which support my hypothesis about 100%. Shopping for shoes is way better than shopping for sailboat hardware. And here is why:

I present exhibit number 1:

Regard, if you will, this display of boat fasteners.

Regard, if you will, this display of boat fasteners.

Let’s reflect for just a moment on the above display. How would you describe the visual impact of this display? Hint: words like solid, boring, grey, wall come to mind. Sort of like the low lying cloud cover in Tacoma on any given mid-winter day (except today). This display creates an emotional impact that is not unlike my old boring physics professor back in high school. Sleep beckons. I want my bed. My eyes are glazing over at an alarming rate. The sheer amount of ‘sameness’ is astounding. How can that many things look exactly alike and yet, apparently be so different?

Tangentially, this reminds me terribly of when our son, Andrew, was growing up and he was an avid collector of swords. When I use the term ‘avid’ in this way, what I really mean is that he was driven, consumed, pointedly focused on swords and sword accoutrements for most of his growing up years from about the age of 21/2 until he was well into his teens. One day, in a combination of desperation and exasperation,  I exclaimed that I could not understand why he needed yet ANOTHER sword, since one sword looked very much like another. He looked upon me as though I had just revealed myself as the ignoramus I undoubtedly am. He was seriously horrified and I fear that at that moment I fell from grace, just a bit.  Unfortunately he then took that opportunity to begin to drone poetically about the many small details that made one sword different from another, dragging his collection out and pointing and exclaiming in just the way my physics professor used to do equations. My eyes began to glaze over in the same way that they do when standing in that aisle at West Marine. Are you seeing the pattern here?

Enter here exhibit number 2:

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And these are boat shoes!

At Nordstrom I approached the shoe department with as open a mind as I could possibly have after seeing this selection of Sperry Topsiders in fabulous spring colors! Boat shoes that are pretty! What we have here is color, form, texture, all in one usable package of comfort! I’ll let you draw your own conclusions about the prettiness factor here. It is positively uplifting. Do you see how even though these shoes come in very few actual ‘styles’, the selection of colors allows the shopper to avoid that dreadful feeling of doom thrust upon them by the monotony of boat hardware?

On to exhibit number 3:

All I can say is 'Oh My Dear Blessed God!'

All I can say is ‘Oh My Dear Blessed God!’

Now, back at West Marine, we turn around and are slam blasted by a wall of black, orange and silver. Did someone forget that Halloween is over for awhile? The complicatedness of this aisle had me getting out my cell phone to check messages and email just for a chance to rest my eyes. How does one go about choosing from this display? How would one even begin to know what to look at? Isn’t there some way they could make this visually less overstimulating? Where are the jack-o-lanterns? I don’t want to have to paw through hundreds of things that all look alike to me until I fondle them closely. I save my fondling for more exciting things. This is not the kind of tactile experience I am looking for when either shopping or fondling.

And so:

Adorable!

Adorable!

Now this is a display that is approachable, touchable, and, let’s face it, adorable! What colors! Each pair in its own little box assures me that I will not get one pair confused with another. These shoes each shout ‘choose me! I’m terrific!’ and I believe them. None of these shoes hangs languidly on a wall, blending in with its neighbor and having no developed sense of self. These shoes are proud. They WANT to go home with me.  And the price/comfort ratio of this Ugg brand of shoes works for me because even though they are pricey, they fit my feet like a glove. Do you see the intersection of form, function, and beauty here? This is the whole experience.

And, unlike our wall of black and orange brain death above, there is nothing in the least complicated about this. Shoes either fit and feel good or they don’t. And they are either leather or they aren’t. Many styles will work with many different clothes. They are flexible in usage. Boots with jeans? Yes! Boots with a dress? Why not? Boots with slacks? Absolutely!  Pretty easy. The worst part is picking only one pair.

And that brings me to price. Let’s just look at the prices of anything boat related compared to the price of good shoes. The most I would pay for a pair of shoes is around 150$, and they would have to be boots for that price. Or I would have to want them really really really bad. Generally, around 100$ is as much as I feel comfortable paying. So I could buy a pair of shoes for every single day of the year and, if I throw in a pair of boots for each season, it would cost me $36,000. That sounds like a whole lot of money until you start adding up how much sailboat hardware costs. A brief, but careful perusal of the Defender website showed the average price of sailboat hardware to be between approximately 140$ and 5 gazillion dollars, plus ownership of your first child. Even if we bought low end stuff, the equivalent of shoes from Target,  the same amount of sailboat hardware would cost us $51,000 and be way less useful since a lot of it would be completely wasted.

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So I rest this case with complete confidence that I have spent about as much time as I can reasonably be expected to spend on this subject. Tomorrow I will have to go back to Nordstrom and take a further look at those brown boots. These are Doc Martens! Amazing.

 

If You Believe in Fairies….Etc.

With Moonrise still for sale, there’s nothing on the boat so going for a sail is pretty much a pain in the you-know-what right now. We have to drag all our cold weather gear, food, etc, down there if we want to go out.  Between that and the fact that I’ve avoided going down to the boat since early January due to protecting my delicate lungs from the cold air, these last couple of weeks have been focused on the garden, the chickens, and the house in that order. Not much about sailing, alas, but that’s how it is. Interest in Moonrise is picking up as our weather gets better  (I did not say that out loud so any weather Gods need to just move along.) We are still hoping to find a new home for her and spend some months enjoying looking at boats. Or buying one. Who knows? No need to rush these things, apparently. I want to be able to enjoy the looking.

Be sure to enlarge this photo and look at the dog on the right.

Be sure to look at the dog on the right.

So, in terms of fairies, here’s what the garden looks like from a fairy’s point of view. And here’s a photo that might just be of a fairy. Enlarge it and look at the dog on the right. (Photo is completely unaltered, taken by a friend at another gardener’s house a few years ago.)  Don’t know for sure what that thing is but it’s not a dragonfly, and we don’t have any insects that big up here except for dragonflies. (Which is a good thing because I do not like big insects, which gives me pause in terms of cruising some areas.) So you be the judge and if you believe in fairies, clap your hands with delight because all the Hellebores are in bloom. Here’s what my garden fairies see as they wander through their world. Grab a beverage and drink in the beauty that is Helleborus orientalis,, in all its many forms.

So delicate they are almost translucent.

So delicate they are almost translucent.

From my 'black flower' period.

From my ‘black flower’ period.

A wee petticoat, perhaps?

A wee petticoat, perhaps?

These petals would make the finest chemise.

These petals would make the finest chemise.

More black. Always so classic, so basic.

More black. Always so classic, so basic.

A note about the above flower: Most of these hellebores come from Heronswood Garden, and not the one in Pennsylvania. I mean the real one, the original one right here in Washington State. That black hellebore above is one of a kind, part of the genetic stock they used to create new and different varieties. It doesn’t even have a name. Only a number. As a certified (or certifiable, depending on who you ask) plant geek, I will have to find a safe home for this plant if I leave the house behind. I’m sure it won’t be a problem since in Washington state gardening is a contact sport and the place is lousy with knowledgeable plants people.

A study in black(ish) and yellow.

A study in black(ish) and yellow.

And to prove I actually did buy just about anything black:

A little black mondo grass adds just the right texture and color to set off these little tulip leaves.

A little black mondo grass adds just the right texture and color to set off these little tulip leaves.

 

And a black leaved variety of Sambucus niger, the black elderberry. It has pink flowers. How can you beat that color combination?

And a black leaved variety of Sambucus niger, the black elderberry. It has pink flowers. How can you beat that color combination? Glorious!