I think I must be the last person on the planet to discover this word. Oprah has evidently been using the term for years. If you don the same threadbare black shirt every day before shopping, if you discover you haven’t washed your face midway through the grocery store, only to discover that you’re sporting raccoon eyes, voila! You’re having a shlumpadinka day.
We all have our shlumpadinka moments. In my case, I actually have shlumpadinka cars. When I’m not driving in to my day job, and I’m just dropping my daughter off to school before heading right back to my laptop in the dining room, you’ll find me wearing ancient sweats, a holy t-shirt (not in a blessed way), and—yes—even traces of yesterday’s makeup that didn’t completely wash off the night before. That’s mondo shlumpadinka mode. When I’m in that frame of mind and dress, I drive my ancient Infiniti J30, which looks like it’s been through a fender-ding machine.
But when I’m pulled together, hair blown dry, outfit killer (or my closest proximity to it), made up to the moon, I wouldn’t be caught dead in the dent-mobile. I roar out of the driveway in my snazzy little Z4, happy to be stared out by guys half my age (even though they’re probably really looking at the car).
Oprah coined the term shlumpadinka; but as a writer, I feel compelled to come up with an antonym. What would be the opposite of shlumpadinka? Snazzarazz? Okay, so when I’m in snazzarazz mode, it’s Z4 and minis. Shlumpadinka means drugstore underwear and clothes that scare the crows off our roof.
What about you? Do you have a favorite shlumpadinka outfit? And what’s its snazzarazz opposite, for you?