Tuesday, August 05, 2008

tragically unhip

I was never hip but lately I feel decidedly not. I have these lofty ideas of going shopping, finding some great shoes or a bag, but then I have a spare hour and I can't stomach the thought of shopping, of walking aisles and trying to decide if that thing I'm looking at is hot or you know, really it's not. Besides, all this junk is expensive and really, do I really need it and generally the answer is no. So instead of replacing items that are worn out I try and make do, mostly out of resignation or laziness or general confusion. But I was inspired by my lovely roomies at BlogHer to try and get my shit together, especially after Neen looked at my crappy make up and kindly and gently offered to use her own products and be my own personal make up stylist for 3 days in a row. Now THAT is love people (or pity, you decide) and to be honest I got used to being babied pretty quick and not a morning goes by that I don't miss sitting in that little chair by the window on the 16th floor. But wisely realizing the end was coming, I asked them to help a girl out and we went to a makeuppy place in the City and I got some new stuff. Problem is, being with them was like being at a salon, I can't quite make it all work out the same as it did when someone else was doing it for me.

This weekend was more of the same, someone had given me a gift certificate to a mall (someone who doesn't know me well or perhaps just feels sort of sorry for me) and I've been holding onto it for almost a year. I figured I'd find a dress or some kicky shoes like Flutters but all I did was wander around like a lost child absolutely unable to find a thing beyond some new studs for my nose, which in actuality is a score because I've been supergluing the same stone back onto its base for about 2 years now and if you think about it that's even more ridiculous than this entire post and that's certainly saying a lot.


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23 comments:

kristen said...

lucky for you, you don't need all that shit to be hip, seriously.

i love that image of neen doing your makeup, she is also my makeup guru and i always purchase in her presence because i feel like i know what i'm doing.

i wish i lived closer, we could have shopped and found what you were looking for. xo

QT said...

I have to agree with kristen. you don't *need* all the extraneous bs to be hip. And I am a horrible shopper - the first thing I try on that doesn't fit usually discourages me to the point where I want to quit.

I have been putting makeup on myself - and others - since I was about 12. If you do the math, that is about 20 years of practice, sister (yikes). So if it really matters, just keep practicing. But know that as far as the real world is concerned, how beautiful you are inside is already shining through.

Magpie said...

i never learned how to be a real girl either. i'd have spent the mall certificate on something for the kid.

Ally said...

Funny, this blogging thing, since I've never met you in person I've always thought of you as uber-hip. I guess you have a hip personality, which is more important anyway. I know what you mean about going shopping... sometimes when I actually do get the time I can't muster up the strength to face it.

Kyla said...

Dude. You pull it off. I've met you and would never classify you as unhip.

I just started wearing makeup on some sort of a semi-regular basis in the last year or so. Heh.

CDJ said...

I feel the same way in malls. I hate to shop! I love to buy, mind you... but shopping is another story entirely. I much prefer perusing the catalogs in the comfort of my living room couch and having the cute UPS man deliver my goods to wandering around a mall looking and feeling like a lost little puppy.

ms chica said...

I hate shopping for and trying on clothes. It i don't order it online, it requires a pitcher of margaritas to entice me into trying on clothes.

Amy Y said...

Being hip is overrated anyway... It's much better to be hip on the inside, which I know you are.

I, too, am tragically unhip... I shop at thrift stores and can never find anything in a mall that I like enough to spend more than $10 on it.

I do wear makeup but only so I won't scare passer by with what I look like in the morning. ;)

Denguy said...

Even though this post is decidedly un-you (or at least as far as the image of you I have made up), I dig the Canadian reference.

ALM said...

My goodness! I've never met you in "real life" but in reading your blog I always feel like "what a cool [ie hip] woman!" So there you go!

I'm an awful shopper & didn't wear lipstick until I was 25! (I don't wear it now & that's actually one of the reasons my ex husband divorced me -- but that's another story!)

Defiantmuse said...

I bet you look most beautiful when you have not an ounce of make-up on and you're in jeans and a tank top and your feet are dirty.

xo

Omaha Mama said...

This made me laugh a little, is that okay? I superglued the soles of the toes of my black ballet flats together this summer. I like the shoes, why not try to get a little more out of 'em? Am I right? Whenever my Hubs gets antsy about me spending money on beauty supplies, I tell him that he should have a high maintenance wife. Buying make up twice a year at a discount big box store is not wasteful! I say.
I've always thought of you as hip. You seem hip in your writing - that must count for something...

Beck said...

I dress like someone's grandma, or Olive Oyl with a mondo rack, so this is obviously not something I worry much about. Love Me For My Inner Qualities: my motto.

hele said...

I thought it was an excellent post.

With regards to make-up I own
one eye shadow, bought when I was nineteen, some base that turned out to be the wrong colour but I am too stingy to pay for a new one and they would not let me return it, a mascara two years old and some lip gloss that my seven year old niece no longer wanted.

PunditMom said...

Wait a second ... you are one of the hippest people I know. I'm not sure where that leaves me (I do have a weakness for shoes, you know!) ;)

bgirl said...

i echo ally thoughts...in my mind you are my uber-hip friend!

and now please pass on your fashion sense to me...what to bring to BRC!

b

crazymumma said...

I am a grifting for clothes queen. Come on up here and I will take you to all the second hand stores.

As to make up? shit. Powder, lipstick and mascara. The cheapest there is.

Assertagirl said...

Doesn't it feel nice when someone else puts eyeshadow on your lids? Like a mini-massage for the eyes.

I'm horrible with that stuff. If I was rich I'd hire someone to walk around and make me look good.

Amanda said...

You are the most put together looking not-put-together I've ever seen Me thinks with the light you've got inside, you'll always look kinda put together...even in the jungle.

meno said...

Honey, if you think you are unhip, just think of me. You'll feel better, i swear.

flutter said...

Dude you are hip, because the inner you? BAD.ASS.

Plus, I can pick a million pairs of shoes for you on the internet without you ever having to see a mall. Just sayin'.

Binky said...

I love it when you make me laugh as much as when you make me think.

And I love the Internet because you can do both whether you're across the country in Cali or down low in Belize.

Janet said...

A title shout out to the quintessential Canadian band. Nice.

I thought you were gorgeous and completely hip in a way that aptly fit my vision of you. I did *not* know that you had a team of roomates working on you each day. Now I just feel betrayed and dirty. ;)