Wednesday, May 16, 2012

I refuse to entertain the idea of Dr. Bronner's shaving cream.

Now that I've reclaimed my affection for comfortably-hobo chic, let's just venture into full on hippie territory this week.  Let's also pretend that didn't rhyme.
originally from Apartment Therapy
I saw this little house on Pink Shirts and Car Wrecks recently and for some reason it plucked the hemp strings in my heart.  Also, I was a little jealous of the blue seat pad in their Bertoia chair...



Honestly, I think a lot of it has to do with the photography.


It's actual eye candy.  When in doubt, jack up that saturation like it ain't nothin.


Makes me want to get out my camera that doesn't have a phone in it...
And make some pottery.  


And really try to make my Bertoia be friends with some of my closeted textiles.

Those windows would have a permanent greasy imprint of me rubbing myself on them.  Fuck those weird hamburger-looking footstool poufs, though.  I don't want my furniture to look like it should come with a Happy Meal toy.  Unless the toy is a royal blue Bertoia chair pad.

I should stop trying to fight my hippie roots and just accept that sometimes I rather enjoy places that look like stylish, thrift-happy hobos squat (squatted? squaat?) there for the night.  I was raised by heathen hippies but being the first born nerd child, I rebelled by turning my nose up at recreational drugs, doing lame studious things and just generally avoiding encounters with the law.  

Except for some grunge years in high school and that winter where I didn't shave my legs on principle (possibly also grunge-related), I keep the hippie mostly tucked away into the box I keep my incense in.




But every now and then my roots unearth themselves and force me to admire some macrame, take a stroll through a head shop or buy some Dr. Bronner's body wash. 

Inevitably I'll get tangled in some yarn crafts or have the clerk at the head shop grunt uncomfortably in my direction or accidentally get some Dr. Bronner's peppermint body wash too close to my yes yes parts and THAT SHIT AIN'T FUN, Y'ALL.

It's like shampoo in your eye times 1000.  
So I say 'no thanks, man' to fully committing myself to the hippie lifestyle and instead look at some pictures of young kids doing their hippie modern thing.  This way I can get out all my gypsy sensibilities without having to foray into the wild and indefatigable world of jam bands.


Or set fire to my vulva.

9 comments:

  1. I can't do the full 'boho' myself— I can take bits and pieces of it here and there. That's it.

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    1. I think I'm the same way - as I get older I need a bit more structure. But I do enjoy living vicariously through others!

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  2. Oh the peppermint is BAD. If you're going to go full on hippie, the eucalyptus is the way to go. You get that hippie smell without the peppermint burn. I haven't tried the lavender, bc lets face it, a bottle of that stuff lasts For-ever.

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    1. If I'm going to go full hippie I think I'll stick with the soap made locally that I by at the farmer's market. THAT'S a true hippie, right?! Or is that more middle class organic yuppie? Who cares as long as I smell good and my lady bits aren't on fire!

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  3. So does the fact that I thoroughly enjoy the peppermint burn all over mean I am not a hippie? Dr. Bronner's lavender is delightful but stay away from the orange--it smells worse than patchouli.

    You should check out "Dr. Bronner's Magic Soapbox" on Netflix when you get a drunken chance. That dude was bananas!

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    1. I think it means you are DEFINITELY a hippie. They/you are made of strong stuff than I!

      I will check out the movie fo sho! I feel it might already be in my queue... I'll have a hippie movie weekend!

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  4. I have that Dr. Bronner's pep-mint and you are correct that it's an intense feeling. Not in a good way. More in a "My coochie-hoochie just got stabbed by a little needle with peppermint Oompa Loompas inside."

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    1. Exactly. They should put a warning on the box: Do not let even a stray pep-o-mint bubble near your lady fun zone!

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