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.