February 19, 2013

Doing The Time Warp

Last night I sat down to write something. I wasn't sure what because my mind has been pretty fried from long days at work. The kids were in bed so I just sat and listened instead.

Coming from upstairs, I could hear Owen listening to The Beatles. His iPod could hold thousands of songs from more modern bands - and god knows he loves him some rock and roll - but he'd always come back to The Beatles. We Can Work It Out. From Mia's room came the static hiss that accompanies the old 1940s radio version of Superman she listens to every night. She loves them fiercely. A random topic will come up in conversation and Mia will drop some Superman knowledge on us. Like last week when we were talking about racial discrimination and she informed me that Old Mister Haney discriminated against people in his grocery store but Superman put an end to that. Took me a few minutes to figure out that Old Mister Haney was a product of Action Comics and the Mutual Network.

Closer, from the dining room we never use as a dining room came the sound of a sewing machine. Using a sewing machine given to us by my mother in law, Beth was cranking out a pair of pants for one of the kids. This was strange because honestly I didn't know my wife could sew and, even if she could, didn't expect to see my beautiful 30-something wife hunched over a sewing machine. Ever. She made it look hot, though.

For some unescapable reason the other day I was worried about coming off like a hipster douchebag. Now I know that can't happen. First, I think I'm too old to be a hipster douchebag. I'm only elegible for plain old douchebaggery. Second, I don't like skinny jeans and ironic sweater vests. Third, and most importantly, my family and I apparently live in another time. Owen, the sixties. Mia, the mid-40s. Beth somewhere around 1974. And me, well, who the hell knows?

Posted by Chris at February 19, 2013 7:41 AM

Can Beth come to my house and teach me to make clothes? I'm dying to learn. I have a million vintage patterns I'd love to make, but no knowledge of how to start nor the fabric with which to begin.

I'm stuck in the 60's, most definitely. My kitchen cabinets are full of sour cream glasses and vintage Pyrex. I'm so in love...

My co-worker, however, is 35 with a gross beard, tattoo sleeve and sports skinny jeans and Toms daily. Your Docs and Chucks are exponentially cooler. You'll definitely never be a hipster douchebag. Promise.

Posted by: Emily at February 19, 2013 8:42 AM

If I point out that hipsters are EXACTLY like you, in that they embrace the past, would you still ask Beth to teach me to use a sewing machine?

(Cos, dude. I mean, dude, you kinda already have a lot of this down - http://www.wikihow.com/Be-a-Hipster)

Posted by: alektra at February 19, 2013 9:56 AM

For some (wonderful) reason, my 5 year old is suddenly into the Beatles, listening to a couple CDs over and over again until he knows all the words and can sing along. I love it.

Posted by: Kaz at February 19, 2013 10:39 AM

We cross time-zones also. I don't think you are anything like a hipster...watch last night's "Two Broke Girls" and you'll understand. Love that your kids have such unique tastes!

Posted by: Kristin at February 19, 2013 11:29 AM

I HATE skinny jeans. Give me baggy, relaxed fit jeans any day. I drive down the street and see these skater kids in their skinny jeans and I just want to roll down my window and scream wtf at them and tell them back in my day we didn't skate in jeans that looked 2 sizes too small for us.. #getoffmylawn

Posted by: Darren at February 19, 2013 2:40 PM

Okay, 'We Can Work It Out' is my total earworm song.

Thanks for getting it stuck in my head for the next week.

Posted by: Matt Sledge at February 19, 2013 8:22 PM