Once a month, as it seems to be averaging out and that seems to be a sustainable number of the times for the future, I hit London Town. This weekend the Doctor was down on a intense revision course, Lauren had a concert and Rosey baby had decided to take a day off her crazy work schedule to go with me to Camden. When you start getting massively jealous of your three year old niece for being waaay trendier than you – then you have issues. To add to my frustration, I am trying to be as totally ethical as possible with my shopping choices so that means no cheap tops that will fall apart after a weekend. I’m going fairly-traded or no trade, well no new trade anyhoos – I buy second hand.
So that does make a little spending spree in Camden pricier than usual but I found a shop that makes all their clothes out of hemp and organic cotton and does not use sweat shops – yay for me! Though my usual issue with these places is they just make clothes made for a typical cartoon hippy – of which I am not. I am very untypically a massive hippy, I’m quite simply a tart with a heart and have taken my new zest for ethical and sustainable living seriously. I know, I know, you’re supposed to grow out of this stuff at college but if I can make it work and make it chic, well then I’m dragging you all with me! (Braintree Hemp, btw.)
Then I bought denim shorts and denim skirts all second hand and supposedly vintage but I think it’s more mintage (mock vintage) and retro. Then to top it all of a stripey top from American Apparel, yay! I look good but now I’m broke. Never mind, money is an energy right? I hope I can at least take that from the hippies – not their money just their mindset.
Note – who are these hippies I’m referring to?! They sound like a band of fairies that live under mushrooms and only wear odd clothes, have loads of cash and eat hummus all day. Tisk, weirdos slash I totally understand I’ve made THEM up.
Lauren’s concert was incredible then we all went out for beers and dancing in Barbican area afterwards. Fun times – I get to flirt with loads of gay men unashamedly because they all think I’m a tranny slash great fag-hag.
Thoughts and meditation for this weekend: great friends are solid gold, God is unchanging, religion is changeable, banana frappes are incredible, being venerable can be an incredible strength, a writer in pain is a writer in gain, ( must work on that little pun) and some people have great feminist jobs you wish you could have – must look into feminist career prospects.
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that is actually a very accurate description of all the hippies i know. except replace mushrooms with abandoned london property and cash with free love.
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