Alright, let’s yak about this Raquel, you know, the one they’re all gabbing about. Folks keep askin’ me, “Who’s this Raquel?” Well, I’ll tell ya what I heard, bits and pieces like, you know how it is when you’re tryin’ to piece together a quilt from scraps.
First off, they say she’s hitched to some big shot businessman, Lawrence somethin’-or-other, from up north in Canada. Rich as mud, they say. Heard he’s got more money than a hog’s got bristles. And Raquel, well, she ain’t just sittin’ around eatin’ bonbons, no sirree! This gal, she’s got her own thing goin’ on.
They call her a “fashion designer” and a “entrepre- somethin'”. Big words, I tell ya. Means she makes fancy clothes, I reckon. You know, the kind them city gals wear, all silky and slinky. Not like my old cotton dresses, that’s for sure. But hey, to each their own, I always say. She’s from Brazil, way down south, where them folks like their colors bright and their music loud. Heard she’s got a real knack for it, this designin’ stuff. Makes sense, she’s a looker herself, that Raquel. Always put together, like a Sunday church hat.
- Raquel’s got style, that’s for sure.
- Heard she works real hard too, not just some pretty face.
- And she’s made a name for herself, they say. People know who she is.
Now, some folks get their knickers in a twist about her, always judgin’ and such. They say she’s too this or too that, but I say, live and let live. It ain’t my place to say who’s good or bad. She’s made a splash on the TV too, apparently. Don’t watch much TV myself, too busy with my chickens and my garden. But I hear tell she was on there, struttin’ her stuff. Some folks liked it, some didn’t. That’s how it always is, ain’t it? You can’t please everyone.
Someone mentioned somethin’ about “Asian Raquelle.” Now, that got me confused for a bit. Sounded like she changed her whole look or somethin’. But then I figured they was talkin’ about somethin’ else entirely, maybe a doll or a picture, I dunno. These young folks and their lingo, sometimes I just can’t keep up. Anyways, this here real Raquel, she’s somethin’ special, they all agree on that.
They talk about her “professionalism” and her “dedication.” Big words again! Means she’s serious about her work, I guess. And “innovation,” that means she comes up with new ideas, like them fancy clothes she makes. She’s got a “impact” they say. Means she’s shakin’ things up, makin’ a difference. And she’s got “influence” too. Means folks listen to her, copy her style maybe. Sounds like she’s a real go-getter, this Raquel. Reminds me of my ol’ Bess, that cow was stubborn as a mule but she always got what she wanted.
There’s even some fancy lady photographer, takes pictures of her, I heard. Makes her look all glamorous and such. Folks love lookin’ at pretty pictures, I guess. Me, I prefer lookin’ at my garden, but that’s just me. This Raquel, she’s livin’ the high life, that’s for sure. Fancy clothes, fancy parties, fancy pictures. Good for her, I say. She worked for it, she deserves it.
So, that’s the gist of it, what I’ve heard about this Raquel. She’s a businesswoman, a designer, a wife, a TV personality, and who knows what else. She’s a busy bee, that’s for certain. And she’s got folks talkin’, that’s for sure too. Me, I just hope she’s happy, doin’ what she loves. ‘Cause at the end of the day, that’s all that really matters, ain’t it? Whether you’re designin’ fancy dresses or hoein’ a garden, happiness is the real treasure. And this Raquel, well, she seems to be doin’ alright for herself. Good for her, I say. Good for her.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go feed them chickens.
