A little story about my closet......
- Oct 10, 2015
- 3 min read
{Photo by Natalie Lowden}
For those of you who either know me or know of me, you probably know that I have an addiction. This addiction is something I feel I was born with, as both my mother and my grandmother both suffer from it as well. As bad as it is, I know that I must learn to accept that it was simply a genetic predisposition (though I prefer to think of it as fate).
And because of this, I, Amy Q, confess to being a true shopaholic.
Okay, so maybe I'm not suffering that much. Though the horror of seeing my credit card bill each month may prompt the faint hearted to lose conciousness. It is a good thing I work, or I would be a typical, super broke college student with a major problem with the bank, let me tell you. The thing is, I don't discriminate in the fashion world-- I shop at thrift stores as much as I do at designer websites. Amazon Prime is my best friend, and I am always the first to know when there is a sale going on. In the wise words of Carrie Bradshaw, "I like my money where I can see it-- hanging in my closet."
Shopping is more than just a hobby, it's a part of who I am. Though it may sound conceded or airheaded, it's as simple as this: when I dress myself well, I feel good. And feeling good about yourself and being happy are two of the most important things someone can possess in this lifetime. Shopping brings me both the joy and satisfaction that I need in my life to fulfill these two needs.
And that is why I have created this blog. Not to showcase my shopping (well, maybe partially), but I hope to share the joy and satisfaction I feel in my life and bring some of it to you through my posts. They will showcase some of the things I love-- fashion, travel experiences, mantras, DIY projects, food and recipes, and things I find especially beautiful or important. In other words, get ready to get inside the head of a beauty addict.
{A little on "Beautifully Insane:" it is a concept I came up with long ago when I was first starting to do photography. When I was younger, the media told me that I would never be and "it" girl because I wasn't born with a certain body type. As I became more and more aware of this, I realized what the message they were sending: "If you don't look like Heidi Klum, you aren't beautiful, special, or worthwhile." And for a young girl who didn't have "the look," it sucked, not to mention that it was simply wrong for girls to feel that way.
Being the intensely motivated person that I am, I came up with a plan: I would have photo shoots that would feature girls with a variety of ethinicites, body types, styles, and opinions to show the Media Monster who's boss (and in the words of my younger self, "to show that the media is both asthetically beautiful but insane in its standards"). So that is just what I did. My first real photo shoot consisted of six other girls and myself posing in front of a tiny Canon handheld camera. Though my photography skills have improved dramatically since then, I still love that photo shoot because it showed me the importance of true smiles and carefree happiness in photographs and in life. While the project may have only spanned six shoots over the span of three years, and though it didn't send the huge message to others as I had thought it would, one might still say it is the reason I decided to pursue a career in photography. But more on that later. For now, sit back, relax, and enjoy Beautifully Insane.}
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