i always loved fashion. every summer, my mom would take me to mervyns and let me choose everything i wanted. that was on the sale rack. from the got to have jeans known as lee pipes to the op t-shirts, i was such the fashion forward first grade thinker. my taste eventually grew from bargain hunting with mom to... bargain hunting by myself. (sure my shoes that i bought last week are already falling apart, but hey! they were only SIXTEEN dollars at forever 21!) if it's not one thing, it's my mother.
i dont know if i would even be classified as a hipster. i take showers, i smile, and i have never read any sylvia plath novels (the bell jar is sitting in my closet though. long overdue to the cassidy sutton library). where my downfalls are in this hipster title are merely shadowed by this list of fun facts: i love bands long before they are brought up in us weekly, i dislike shaving (my face), and i do love to pout and gaze into the sky for no reason. am i a hipster? probably not. but, a girl can dream.
i am also vegan. i wanted to lose weight, and felt that at the sphere like shape of two hundred and fifty pounds that i let myself get in that i had possibly let myself go, if only slightly. i got down to around one ninety from easing up on the pizza hut and pepsi, but felt that i needed a change. enter the hipster fashionista diet tome known as skinny bitch. i read it. i worshipped it. and cried a little, knowing that i could never eat meat or dairy again. the next morning, i woke up, yelled "GOOD MORNING!!!" to the sun, had a bowl of oatmeal. that night... an entire plate of cheese bread covered in ranch dressing from pizza solo. as i said earlier, i require baby steps. after a year of faux-veganism, i finally became one, and one year later i am much less spherelike, and much more 'OH MY GOD, EAT SOMETHING' as my family puts it.
after sale shopping at the betsey johnson boutique on black friday, where i bought a rad scarf, i went to apply. a former tattoo shop owner turned designer turned betsey johnson associate named matthew was like "wear the scarf when you apply". i spent around an hour trying to perfect this odd scarf, which is shredded on one side with betsey johnson photo booth print everywhere. eventually i gave up, and threw it around myself. i went to turn in my resume to him when i met adrianne. she was sitting by the jewelry stand/cash wrap and we were talking and i brought up my career aspirations. "oh my god, you should totally write a blog!" she said. my mind went crazy. ME? MARTIN VASQUEZ (comma) BLOG WRITER?!
so, here i am.
