Trendy? Nu-uh. No way.
I've always been the way I am. Honestly, it wasn't until I was in my young twenties that I heard the term 'goth' (from a goth, no doubt) and realized, "Hey...there are more people out there who love black, live free, and have a taste for all things macabre." It was a pretty cool you're-not-alone-on-the-planet moment. But I'm not this way because it's hip (and yeah, I know it's not hip to say hip, but I'm against trends and I'm expressing my individuality...also, I'm a complete dork). I just am. This is me. What you see is what you get. I love vampires, spiderwebs, spiders (well, some spiders), bats, Halloween, full moons, black clothes, fishnet ANYTHING, and discussing what really might be going bump in the night. I'm not a terror cookie (someone who dons goth gear because it's trendy). And it's amazing that my weirdness has a title, because I've always been this way. And I'm happy about it...in an occasionally mopey way. (Incidentally, I hope you're happy with whoever you are too)
But then this meteor came crashing down into my life. See, I needed a little handbag for my trip, something simple (I'd die for something coffin-like or bat-like or something, but alas...). So I Google for a black bag (apparently the size I want is called a "wristlet"), find a simple enough one for a decent price, buy it, and it gets here lickety split (again...I'm a dork). So I take it out in public to beat it into submission (like I do all of my trip-related belongings...it's a thing I have. I have to use it before its intended trip or else it doesn't feel like mine). Well, before I know it, I'm stopped by this blonde, tan, pink-wearing JenniferLoveFelicityDesperateDawson'sHousewifeCreek person, who squeals a question so high pitched that I had to ask her to repeat it, as I am not a canine. So she did. "Is that a Vera Bradley?" Oh no. Oh no, no, no. "It's a bag," I say. She blinks, taking a moment to register that I've spoken. I swear I can see the gears turning behind her shiny eyes. Then, that cheerleader snarl that I'd been waiting for and she points out the zipper pull with the mark of the Vera Bradley brand. Apparently, I bought something trendy.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
So now, I hate my new bag and wish bad things on it. That is, bad things that do not involve becoming lost while holding my money.
So apart from loathing a piece of fabric, today I'm busy with...well, nothing, really. Huh. Go figure. I could pack, I suppose...
But then this meteor came crashing down into my life. See, I needed a little handbag for my trip, something simple (I'd die for something coffin-like or bat-like or something, but alas...). So I Google for a black bag (apparently the size I want is called a "wristlet"), find a simple enough one for a decent price, buy it, and it gets here lickety split (again...I'm a dork). So I take it out in public to beat it into submission (like I do all of my trip-related belongings...it's a thing I have. I have to use it before its intended trip or else it doesn't feel like mine). Well, before I know it, I'm stopped by this blonde, tan, pink-wearing JenniferLoveFelicityDesperateDawson'sHousewifeCreek person, who squeals a question so high pitched that I had to ask her to repeat it, as I am not a canine. So she did. "Is that a Vera Bradley?" Oh no. Oh no, no, no. "It's a bag," I say. She blinks, taking a moment to register that I've spoken. I swear I can see the gears turning behind her shiny eyes. Then, that cheerleader snarl that I'd been waiting for and she points out the zipper pull with the mark of the Vera Bradley brand. Apparently, I bought something trendy.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
So now, I hate my new bag and wish bad things on it. That is, bad things that do not involve becoming lost while holding my money.
So apart from loathing a piece of fabric, today I'm busy with...well, nothing, really. Huh. Go figure. I could pack, I suppose...
posted by Heather Brewer at 7:14 AM
9 Comments:
You could pack, and then unpack, and then pack again... but you could also work on your vampire-dragon story :)
So far everyone has, at least tacitly, agreed to have at a minimum their draft to be by Nov. first.
So far I have Sybir, Erica, Jackie and myself onboard for that date.
I'm sure that probably breaks your no-writing-for-two-weeks rule or something, but I'm trying to help :)
BTW... you should just wear the little baggie... you see how much it troubles the fasionistas that you actually have one. It could be fun just to mess around with them.
I can't work! Two weeks, that's the rule. But rest assured, by November first, I'll have my story ready. :)
Oooh...I do love the idea of torturing the fasionistas...
He's right, you know, they hate it when "common" people wear "their" stuff. You could always say things like "this old thing? it's incredibly tacky, but you know..."
LOL! I love it :)
Plus, the more beat up, the better. Usually those types keep their disgustingly expensive purchases in a hyperbaric vault so as not to taint their dumb purchase.
It's like when people would buy Guess jeans and take a rip-stitch to the triangular patch on the back pocket.
Kinda like a slap in the face, ya know?
BTW - Hi. Long-time lurker, first time commenter.
Oh, I think I (heart) Kingsley. Welcome to the horde!
OMG, I would have to love you forever and gift you with....uh...stuff! LOL!
*grins* I would have love to have seen her face - torturing fashionistas sounds like fun.
I'm more industrial (goth with out the dark makeup and such) style...ticks people off when I show up to the office in the modified look and don't get yipped at about it ;) The fun is in causing the stir.
Sybir is evil. Therefore, she is a worthy minion. :)=
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