Well, let me tell ya somethin’ ’bout this new Chanel designer fella, what’s his name? Matty-something. Heard it on the TV the other day while I was eatin’ my taters. They said he’s the big cheese now, the top dog over at Chanel.
Now, Chanel, that’s a fancy name, ain’t it? I seen them fancy bags and such in the magazines at the store. Can’t say I ever owned one myself, too busy buyin’ feed for the chickens and such. But them city gals, they sure do love that Chanel stuff. Always have.
- So this Matty fella, they say he worked for some other big names before.
- Like this Botty-whatever place. Sounds Italian, don’t it?
- Maybe he makes good pasta too, who knows?
Anyways, this Matty, he’s got big shoes to fill, they said. Seems like there was another designer before him, a lady, been there a long, long time. Thirty years, can you believe it? That’s longer than I been married to old Earl, and that’s sayin’ somethin’! This lady, she worked with some fella named Karl, Lager-something. He was the big man before her, I guess. Seems like these fashion folks, they change jobs more than I change my socks, and that ain’t sayin’ much! Folks are always yappin’ ’bout who’s in, who’s out, who’s doin’ what. Makes my head spin, it does.
This new designer job, it’s a big deal, they say. One of the biggest in the whole world, for clothes and stuff. Can you imagine that? All that fuss over dresses and purses. But hey, I reckon it puts food on folks’ tables, so good for them.
They kept jabberin’ on TV ’bout how everyone was guessin’ who’d get the job. Seems like it was a secret, then they finally told everyone it was this Matty guy. Like it was some kinda big surprise. I tell ya, nothin’ surprises me much anymore, except maybe when the price of eggs goes up again.
Now, this Matty, he’s gotta make sure Chanel stays Chanel, I guess. Keep makin’ them fancy bags and clothes that all them city gals like. It’s gotta be the same, but different, you know? Like my apple pie, same recipe, but sometimes it comes out a little sweeter, sometimes a little tarter. Life’s like that, I reckon.
This whole fashion thing, it’s kinda like a game of musical chairs, the TV fella said. One person leaves, another one sits down. Round and round they go. I played musical chairs once at the church picnic, fell right on my backside. Never played it again, I tell ya.
They showed this Matty fella on TV, clappin’ and smilin’. Looked kinda young, if you ask me. But I guess these young folks got all sorts of ideas nowadays. Maybe he’ll come up with somethin’ new, somethin’ different. Or maybe he’ll just keep doin’ what they been doin’ all along. Time will tell, I reckon.
Chanel’s new artistic director, that’s what they called him. Artistic director, huh? Sounds fancy. I guess makin’ clothes is like makin’ art, in a way. Like paintin’ a picture, but with fabric instead of paint. And needles instead of brushes. Never thought of it that way before, but I guess it makes sense.
So, there you have it. Chanel got a new designer. His name is Matty somethin’-or-other. And he’s got a big job to do. Hope he does a good job, for all them city gals’ sake. Me, I’ll stick to my overalls and boots. They ain’t fancy, but they get the job done. And that’s all that matters, ain’t it?
This Chanel designer thing, it reminds me of when they got a new preacher down at the church. Everyone was talkin’, wonderin’ what he’d be like. Would he preach fire and brimstone, or would he be more gentle? Turns out, he was alright. Just a regular fella, tryin’ to do his best. Maybe this Matty fella is the same. Just a regular fella, tryin’ to make some fancy clothes. Who knows?
So that’s the whole story, as far as I can tell. Chanel’s got a new man. Hope he knows what he’s doin’. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens. They don’t care about fashion, but they sure do care about their dinner.
