When I finished flipping through my latest Athleta and Title Nine catalogs the other night, I showed them to Mr. M with the caveat, “I bet you’d like me to have all the clothes in these stores!” And as he flipped through, he complimented many of the items and agreed they were all clothes that would catch his eye if he were shopping with me. But then, he looked and me and said, “But these aren’t your style. You’re not a surfer chick.”
And I had to think for a moment to realize that I wasn’t. I mean, my time aboard a surf board has been short and sweet, but am I really past that moment in time. Even on weekends, I’m no longer appearing casual but athletic and sun (or fog) kissed? Really?
But I used to be that girl above. Complete with the UGGs and board shorts and sweat-skirt. The pre-yoga casual girl – that was me! And I’m not anymore? So what if I’m now an “inland” resident an no longer living within 10 miles of the beach… I could still have that spirit, right?
In middle school, all my classmates needed 3 things in order to even be considered a viable human being: UGGs (preferably in an exotic color like Navy Blue or Forrest Green) for the winter, Tevas (with SOCKS!) for the fall/spring, and an “On the Beach” surf shop sweatshirt. I tried to be a different kind of cool, insisting on wearing my newest Local Motion shirt from the islands.
I mean, a trip to Hawaii always meant a new surf shop sweatshirt just like a trip to Disneyland equaled a new stuffed animal! I think I still have a Honolua one in my closet, even though I’ve shrunk it down to Miss L size. I can pretend when I’m bundled up in my house on the weekend, can’t I?
And with uniforms in high school, weekends were super casual at home and around town. I mean, we might have really cold water, but we do have a lot of surfers on the Peninsula. And then college… well heck, SoCal surfer lifestyle just sort of invades the wardrobe quite easily, especially when you wake up 10 minutes before class!
Maybe I can’t. Maybe I just have to admit that I’m old and leave my psuedo-surfer chick days behind me. I’ll just relive them when we visit Miss L’s room with the boards on the wall, and Sharka chilling on the shelf.
Anyone else out there a recovering former surfer chick?