I like what my son calls Hippie clothes. Gypsy type skirts, beads and bangles, that kind of thing. I have some Indian outfits that aren't exactly mainstream, you know, for my British type nationality.
I think if I had been born a decade earlier to a non-Christian family I probably would have embraced the hippie lifestyle. Free-living, free-loving, barefoot with kids named Buttercup and Moonbeam. And I'd have a VW van, for sure. A psychedelic one, man. Far out!
But, thank God I was spared that life, because all that free-livin and lovin can lead to some brain damage and certain diseases you'd rather not mention. As well as calloused feet, and stinky clothes.
So I have a tie dye debit card and I wear some funky clothes from time to time, but that's about the extent of it. Oh, sometimes I grind my own flour - that's a little hippie-ish I guess. But I use a machine, not a rock.
And I dressed up like a hippie for my husband's halloween Birthday last year.
There you go.
