You can get your kit off over in that corner near the mustard

I bought this ultra cute shirt dress on the weekend. (At least I hope its cute, and I look decidedly less Asian that this woman in it).
I bought it at Paddy's Markets in Haymarket, and I think it looks pretty darn good on me, and it even comes with a pleather belt.

Hilariously though, because I got it at the markets, the changerooms were a bit....odd... and as I bent my G-string-ed bum over to take me jeans off, I had to contend with four other girls doing the same thing. They only had this large communal dressing room, with a strange slanted roof consisting of strung up fabric, complete with photos on the "walls" like the one to the right, with models all looking fabulous in the clothing items, and off kilter mirrors showing my less-than-fabulous-ness.

The good thing though, was that once I had said dress on, and snapped all the buttons back up, at least I could turn around and ask a couple of girls sharing the changeroom if they thought it looked ok on me. They said yes, and I felt confident they weren't just trying to shut me up so they could stop looking at clothes and move into the power tool section.

It made me muse however, yet again, whether I was the weird lady asking the 17 year old girls how I looked so I could still be hip. Am I hip? How do you determine whether you're still hip??? Does it fall off in little sprinkles until one day I am deviod of hip and yet I still feel fully hipped?
I heard someone say on the radio the other day "No one ever told me I'd feel exactly the same no matter how old I am. No one said when I was 35 that I'd still feel 18, and I do".
Perhaps this is the answer.