Monthly Archives: June 2015
Mr. PQ was busy becoming a major radio star the other evening but I had no idea what his topic was to be, I wasn’t allowed to be at the PQ World Headquarters while he was participating in 9to5Mac’s weekly podcast. This has nothing to do with the fact that the FIFA Women’s World Cup is competing in Canada this month. My exclusion from the taping also clearly has nothing to do with my propensity to scream insanely at the television when a goal is scored or mutter incoherently at the oops-I-fell-so-clearly-Christie Rampone-knocked me-over smathlete. Who am I kidding? When it comes to world-class soccer, I revert to my 18-year-old Colorado self; this would be the self, weaned on Bronco football, who lived in the mile high city where exuberant cheering is an art form.
Art forms have been a significant point of conversation in the PQ household, or at least this is how Mr. PQ asserted his claim that surely the best way to be motivated to create world class backpacks and briefcases for Pad & Quill, was that he be fully immersed in the artful, gritty, urban world of the Café Racer. To do so meant purchasing an artistically rich cafe racer motorcycle, specifically, a Triumph, preferably a Thruxton. He appealed to my accounting side: “it’s a great tax write-off”. Sorry babe, the IRS won’t see it that way. He appealed to my affection
“You’re wearing that, I didn’t know you wore that.” The “that” Mr. PQ is referring to is an exquisite leather and copper bracelet he bought for me while on a recent visit to our manufacturing partners in Mexico. It is also the “that” which has been on my wrist constantly for the past 6 weeks, how it took him that long to notice is beyond me. The man is a stickler for fashion details. This is never more apparent than when he is talking product design and Apple accessories. Mr. PQ can spot a hand pounded copper rivet on a backpack or a Japanese nickel cast zipper on a briefcase from a mile away. While the aesthetic details drive his designing mind, functionality governs the genesis of any new leather, tech-lifestyle products. It’s a match made in heaven.
The hybridization of some species can be an Indominus Rex type disaster, not so the marriage of 24 oz wax canvas and full grain American Steer leather when it’s crafted into a new line of backpacks and briefcases. Allow me to insert a note of gratitude toward Universal Pictures for their release of Jurrasic World, in which Chris Pratt screams across the screen on a Triumph Scrambler , the same weekend we had selected to release our new line of gorgeously versatile backpacks, and briefcases, inspired largely by Mr. PQ’s mid life crisis aka “the beast” aka Triumph
Mr. PQ forwarded an article to me that was written by a fellow early adopter, he thought it was insightful and humorous. The author offered some simple, straightforward advice regarding how to introduce one’s friends and coworkers to the wonder that is the Apple Watch. As I still wrestle daily against the Activity Target of Tyranny, driven to complete all three circles every 24 hours, the haptic tapping of impatience becoming yet one more voice of “I need” and “I want” amongst a cacophony of voices, I probably am not the model spokesperson.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the breakdown of data in the Health app, and I’ve figured out how to skip around to my favorite Miranda Lambert songs while running, so yea me. However, I can’t escape the feeling of being shackled to the modern world. So I’ve done what so many others in captivity have done before, I’ve succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome. That’s the only explanation I can offer for why, on a gorgeously sunny day, I sat inside watching the bulk of the keynote speech of the Apple WWDC (World-Wide Developer Conference). I actually caught myself “oohing” when they announced that Apple Watch would do that thing that will make the Watch operate faster. Fantastic! Mr. PQ and I are in a race as to who will learn a second language faster: him learning enough spanish to order his own coffee at Starbucks or me learning to speak techno-geek. Being that he runs on caffeine, I’m guessing he might be more motivated.
I’m highly motivated to finish my work in time to join the youngest Quill at the midnight showing of Jurassic World. Chris Pratt is awesome, and the fact that
It’s dainty, like me.
If you ever want to achieve an epic eye roll from your kid, throw out a thought that is so patently absurd they can’t help but drop the full frontal eye roll. Mr. PQ, being the Apple geek that he is, waited in the wee hours of the morning, in the virtual line that was Apple Watch pre-order, to stake our claim on the time piece(s). In spite of my not so subtle hints, “Boy, I love the 38mm Apple Watch with the Midnight Blue Modern Buckle” he ordered 42mm Apple Watches with a variety of bands. Because the band and the stand are where it’s at for accessory companies like Pad and Quill. Bless his heart, he thought Mrs. PQ wouldn’t be able to stretch her arm far enough to read the 38mm variety without her cheaters, clearly he underestimates the reach of a mother’s arms, in spite of watching The Incredibles with the Quills any number of times. In an effort to convince him, we sojourned to our local Apple Store where I fitted myself with the Apple Watch with the Midnight Blue Modern Buckle that I was coveting, and voila! I could read the face sans optical correction. So, Mr. PQ jumped back into the virtual line and placed an order, and we waited. More precisely, I waited. It’s hard to explain when an inorganic object makes an impression on your psyche so intense that you shun all internal norms and await impatiently for the all important “announcement” text which trumpets, “your Watch is in transit”!! While normal Apple technology releases often feel like one more shackle of constraint tying me to the modern world while screaming of my ineptitude at adaptation in all things technical, I had fallen in love with the 38mm Apple Watch with the Midnight Blue Modern Buckle. I can’t explain, I just know I love it.
The Watch arrived yesterday and was unveiled by one of the Quills as we drove through an epic summer