Monday, February 25, 2008

Gimme Dat Thing!!!

When it comes to human behavior, the urge to seize something precious and hold on to it is right up there with food and sex. We've all got our "THING". Shoes? Nice things, Nat. Books? Darn it, Ci, that's one of my things too.

My sister Hussies blogs urged me to indulge in a few moments of contemplation in search of my thing. Like Nat, I knew it had to be something I craved mightily, and like Ci I knew it had to be more than the usual "stuff", eclectic though it is, that I've accumulated over the years.

It took a while, but I finally arrived at its doorstep, knocked on its door and stared it in the face.

I LOVE dressing up!!!! THAT'S my thing!!!!

Why? I have no clue, although psychiatrists would probably have a field day delving into the reasons for my passion. I'm hiding? Pretending to be someone else? Avoiding reality? Who the hell knows or cares? If it swooshes, I'm there. Does it glitter or sparkle? I'm so on it - like white on rice. If it has a corset and a long skirt - well, we're into semi-orgasmic territory. I spend a lot of time window shopping on eBay - sighing over divine Gothic fairy dresses, lusting for lavish pageant gowns and drooling over Renaissance rigs that would require a room of their own just to sleep at night. I adore Victorian nightgowns and Edwardian day dresses. I know the difference between a chemise and a surplice. I have a sewing machine and an imagination and I use both. I also have a closet that has one section jammed with costumes. If ever my supermarket has "Free Ice Cream for Wenches" day, I'm there!!!! I have corsets and petticoats, cloaks and crowns. I love sparkle, glitter, sequins and beads.

Is there something wrong with me? Maybe. But honestly? I like whatever it is that's warped in my head. I have two X chromosomes. I'm a girl. I like dressing up. I like swooshing and swanning in silks that rustle around my ankles. I like leaving the jeans behind for soft cotton, the sports bra for an uplifting corset. The only problem with my passion is that I only get to exercise it a couple of times a year. (Plus folks really need to understand women need POCKETS in their costumes!!!!) Other than those two points, I'm really okay with my thing. I have it under control. Well, most of the time. There are, of course, one or two days when I pass on housework because I just HAVE to make sure that Juliet gown still fits....

Which leads me to the title of this post...and the associated song. The video really has nothing to do with the topic, but I don't see why I should be the only person with this darned music stuck in my brains all day. (Grin)

8 comments:

Ciana Stone said...

Dressing up? I would have never guessed!! LOL I think there may be a little of that in all of us. In my case it normally ends up in mishap - getting tied into a corset I can't get out of or trying a (embarrassed grin) sticky tape add on hair piece that gets gnarled up in my hair and takes hours AND an entire bottle of the adhesive neutralizer to remove.

Maybe it's part of our makeup - or upbringing. Our mothers were so eager to "dress us up" and make us appear like pretty little dolls. I guess it takes hold somewhere inside us.

Oh and the song? Damn if I didn't have to get up and dance along with it. (and oh shame on me, the darn tune is in my music library!) Yep sometimes Gimme Dat Thing is just the thing for me :)

Thanks for chuckle on Monday morning. That and another pot of coffee might see me through :)

Sally Painter said...

Love the vid. and it reminded me of another one of my things. I love to dance! LOL. I have too many things.

Minime said...

That vid was a riot. Put a smile on my face this morning.

N.J.Walters said...

I've never been one to dress up, but I'll bet I could find something in your closet that would tempt me. LOL

Deb said...

Enjoyed the Video. Dressing up is not my thing, I dread it unless it is for dh:)

Nicole Austin said...

Now if we're talking dress up for Halloween in costumes, I'm right there with ya, but girly dress up... ick! I so don't have that gene in me. I grew up in a neighborhood with all boys and not one other girl so I was a tomboy, shunning anything girly. Never did learn all that...stuff.

I do have lots of pretty dress up clothes since discovering RT though. And I now own more painful pairs of high heels than I know what to do with. Maybe I could turn them into planters or something. LOL!

Ciana Stone said...

ROFLAMO!! Nic, if you figure a way to make planters out of those shoes DO let me know. I'd gladly donate those implements of torture called "high heels" in my closet to gardening pursuits :)

I'm soooo happy to have another tomboy in the crowd!!

NathalieGray said...

Hey, tomboys can still like shoes and dresses, dude! I'm one.

You're talking to someone who was called "sir" even in adulthood. Isn't that sad?

And ohhh, Sahara, sequins and beads....my precioussssss :)