Today was hot hot hot. So, whats the best cure for hot hot heat? Sitting by the pool with an ice cold beer, of course.
Only, that's not what we did. Far be it for us to be THAT reasonable. Instead we decided to go shopping. During the middle of the day. In 35 degree weather. Walking. Outside.
Turns out it wasn't all that bad. From my house we walked down Davie to Thurlow to Robson, down Robson, onto Denman and down Denman and turned onto Davie. A two-hour circle that yielded no shopping, whatsoever. Because, in order for it to constitute shopping, you have to buy something, right?
Well, I did try on a pair of jeans (BAD idea in sweaty weather). But, poor stylish Ross couldn't find a single shirt to satisfy his taste. Not that I can blame him, Robson is pretty bland for men's clothing and Ross's own style is pretty original (fedora's, anyone?). However, the gay stores we tried were TOO original. Especially those Speedos. Just not his style.
Then I got to thinking about "my style". Those of you who know me (and are women) often see stuff in shops and go "oh that is such a Karina shirt." Easy to regonize, but harder to explain. After all, what is my style? I like what I like. I think I gravitate towards more pretty/romantic things, than sexy things (though 6 years ago it would have been the reverse). But at the same time, you'll rarely catch me out of jeans, which amps up the casual.
Except for today. Because it was so freakin hot I wore one of my skirts I got in Norway which I wore all last summer because it was so freakin' hot in Europe.
So, I asked Ross, "How would you describe my style in general?"
Ross, "Um, part hippie..."
I never heard the other part because I was still stuck on the first one. Part hippie? Me? Excuse me? I am so not granola.
"Yeah, because you wear those long skirts and big earrings..." he trailed off.
"I never wear long skirts"
"You are wearing one now"
Yeah...for the first time this year. The moral of the story is, maybe your style is whatever you are wearing right now. Which isn't anything close to hippie-ish.
The above documents the closest thing to me ever resembling a hippie
