Here's a thought on the San Diego fashion experience: I would like to be able to wear my car key and look cool, please.
I was faced recently with the slightly absurd reality that, if I wanted to, I could get away with wearing giant pendants around my neck that mean absolutely nothing for the sake of fashion while my most valuable accessory is lying dormant in the bottom of my bag. Or, worse yet, is disregarded entirely. Whoops.
Considering the charming Southern California dependence on the automobile, you would think that someone would have figured out how to turn this absolutely necessary item into a fashion statement by now.
Here's another thought: In the nerve-wracking trip to recover my spare key and reclaim my battered Jeep from the depths of downtown San Diego, it dawned on me that my car has been pretty good to me all these years. I will upgrade eventually, but for now, the key to my heart probably looks a lot like the key to the car I drive. I love my Blackberry, but it's a lot easier to replace. I would lament the loss of my favorite sunglasses, but I would still make it to work tomorrow.
If I'm not alone, this could be an accessory-market revolution.
Just saying.