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I’m a Weirdo

I’m weird. I know this now. I had a milestone birthday a little over a month ago and I’ve been reflecting a lot. A WHOLE LOT. I spent a lot of my time (way too much) in the past having hurt feelings because not a lot of people “get” me. I only have a handful of close friends in my life. Most people that are my super close friends are like me. They don’t have a lot of close friends and the friends we have UNDERSTAND that we like a lot of quiet alone time. I get stressed doing what women do that are in my age group, societal class group or whatever boxes I fit into.

I’m “weird” I guess. I’ve had a lifetime of fighting off anxiety. It’s not that I don’t like large groups. It’s not that I hate bars, concerts, going to the state fair, parties, shopping in malls. It’s not that I don’t want to go get my nails done or do all the stuff girls do. I don’t have shitty fingernails and my house doesn’t look perfect because I’m a slob or have no fashion or decorating sense.

I suffer silently over here in my “weirdo” box.

I see lovely women who seem perfect to me. Their hair is perfect, their nails are painted to perfection complete with the latest holiday designs. I wanted to be just like that. Sometimes I still do.

I don’t do all these things because I am anxiety ridden. I can’t make decisions very well. I feel uncomfortable. I can’t even seem to hang all the pretty wall hangings or family photos in my home because I can’t decide where to put them and everything seems wrong when I try.

No one invites me anywhere very often because I have said no so many times I’m not even a bleep on the radar anymore.

I have lost many “friends” because they think I’m mad at them. I suppose because I don’t do all of the above mentioned or because I don’t invite them to do stuff. I just figure no one just wants to come over and watch history channel with me, make stupid Pinterest  crafts or just sit and blab about life.

Another thing I’ve noticed lately is this attitude from some that I need to be the one asking them to do stuff all the time.  I’ve had people mad at me asking how come I stopped asking them to come over and I’m thinking “I don’t recall you asking me over EVER.  Maybe I’m waiting on you to ask me. I assumed you didn’t like me.  I’m not one to beg people to hang with me. I know I’m weird but not stalker weird”.

To end this seemingly endless weirdo diatribe:

I’m weird. I accept that. It’s okay that I don’t look or fit into the “not a weirdo box”. If you meet a person that seems standoffish maybe they just have anxiety problems. Maybe they need help. You don’t have to help people like us but if you like us, try offering your help.

Helping someone you know with anxiety isn’t hard.  Gently push them to go do things with you. Something you know they enjoy. Maybe just call and ask them to come to your house instead of waiting on them to invite you over. If they say no then keep asking. Don’t write them off as weirdos because it’s lonely sometimes over here in this “weirdo box”.

Personally I’m getting comfortable. I’ll just sit here watching history channels and drag myself and my weirdo box to garage sales. I like my weirdo self finally. I just wish it hadn’t taken so long.

Hippie Lady 💜☮️


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Today’s inspirational woman

For this first day of fall I decided to feature Esthet Mahlangu. I am in the fall of my life and I love seeing woman shining their amazing light in the winter of their lives. This 81 year old artist is an inspiration for me to never quit. 81 year old artist still strutting her stuff“>Inspirational Woman Of the Day


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#Pokemon can bring us Together #DontLaugh

I have had such a nice month of September so far.

Don’t rush to judge me. Hear me out first.

One of the reasons my month has been nice is because of…

Pokémon Go.

I never watched the cartoon Pokémon. My kids watched it and played with the cards. I bought them cards, but I didn’t know what they were doing with them.

Lots of kids collected trading cards.

To me, the new game meant nothing.  I briefly worried about the whole “the government is tracking people with this odd game”.

I have concluded that we are probably tracked with these phones anyway in ways we don’t even understand. If we aren’t, that’s great.  If we are, then my only recourse is shut off the phone or accept it.

For now I’ve accepted it because I have to. My family would probably have me locked up for being crazy if I unplug.

So in the meantime, myself, my husband and one of our sons are all playing Pokémon Go.

before Pokémon Go, we hardly spent any time together other than the occasional family dinner. We were busy or they were. He is married with two young children.

We all now meet two or three times a week at the parks around here and walk together and talk. A lot. We walked the track around the park for two miles last night!

My daughter in law doesn’t play the game and I’m not overly into it so we walk together and push the baby around. My son and his dad are playing, laughing, competing and walking all over the park. Mostly they walk behind us and veer off occasionally to find a Pokémon gym. But they are always within yelling distance so they can see us.

We are having family fun and exercisizing.

It’s a win-win situation.

Whatever it takes!

Hippie Lady 💜☮

P.S. I’m kind of hurting today. I may have over done it since I’m an amateur exerciser. 😩

P.S.S. Here are some pics I took in the park: 


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#Style in My Time

Every generation has and will have names for the generations in the decades before them.  

I have names for what I see in the generations before me. I and others call some of 1960’s and 1970’s society as Beatniks, Hippies, Disco Queens to name a few.

Names we give to our predecessors come from what was seen or heard in media and from conversations or experiences with others.  For example think of “flappers”. It gives you a visual of a certain time. 

I was a teen and twenty something in the 1980’s. The other day I was wondering to myself; why do I call myself Hippie Lady online? My mother was more hippie lady than I.

I loved Stevie Nicks’ style. She was like a good witch, or fairy. Mystical. She mesmerized men and women alike with her style. 

My point is, what do people call the 80’s as pertaining to my so called idea of Stevie Style? It was widespread. It was beautiful. It was the mother of  what became 90’s gothic. 

It was/is the quiet child of hippie style.  I think it’s bohemian.  This style is timeless and has reincarnated since women stood and draped cloth across their bodies in lovely flowing silhouettes.  Classic. 

As for the Madonna look of the 80’s?  I think it is hippies wild child. I don’t think it will be anything other than subject for Halloween costumes of the future. Much like those poodle skirts of the past became. 

Well, one could only hope that they don’t come back. If it does. We would have to give it a name. 🤔

Hippie Lady 💜☮

Psst… I wore that Madonna look and I think I rocked it. ☺️