I Dream in Vintage

You know how every person has a few things they always dream about? Is it strange that I have a lot of dreams about going thrifting?! Maybe it's my subconscious disappointment with the lack of decent thrift/vintage shops in Indianapolis...wait, that's not subconscious at all. But in this recent dream, SOME OTHER GIRL found that perfect thrifted blazer instead of me (I never find anything in my thrifting dreams, just watch other people take what I want). It has awakened this insatiable thirst for going down to Broad Ripple's vintage stores soon, even if they do charge wayyyyy too much for USED clothes. The price women pay for fashion.

Time to go work out. My favoriteeeeeee -_-
xoxo Sasha

This Morning I Woke Up

And thought, "I am so lucky to be exactly where I am right now."

So often, we human beings take life for granted, not realizing we have done so until something terrible happens to us. I guess it's part of our nature to be a difficult species; we are like teenagers stuck in the rebellious phase, refusing to grow up. I am not perfect. I have done and said things that I regret, gotten caught up in relatively unimportant problems. But I think part of being a "better" person is recognizing your mistakes, or even just your negative feelings, and realizing that it's all part of this experience we should cherish...the bad can only lead us to good.

My first year in college taught me that every moment is special. I wasted so much time wishing I were somewhere else, doing something else, and being with other people that I missed the opportunity to see what was right in front of me. I wasted too much time judging others for their actions instead of seeing the good in them. Although I regret my first year, I don't wish to change it (if that makes sense). If I hadn't had the experience exactly how it happened, I wouldn't have gotten to this point. I would still be that rebellious teenager refusing to own up to anything.
I'm trying to be better about seeing the beauty in all things because I think that it will ultimately make me a better person. And I need to be a better person for all the incredible people in my life. They deserve no less.

So this morning I woke up and decided it will be a good day. I'm spending it with the people I love. And we'll be looking fabulous to boot.
xoxo Sasha

Yay! I Started a Blog!

I'm using this post to officially welcome myself to the wonderful world of blogging (I personally think there should be a welcoming committee or something). So here I am! I guess I should give whoever decides to read this blog a bit of background info.....while I watch Friends.

What led me to start a blog?

I've always been apprehensive-- terrified, really-- of acting on my interest in fashion. "I'll never make enough money with fashion" or "What will people think of me if I pursue this?" orrrrr "I'm not good enough to get anywhere with this hobby". Fear became a regular part of my thought process, so much so that I convinced myself to declare a Spanish major (which I'm already fluent in, Venezuelan status!) instead of studying something that I truly loved. Basically, studying Spanish was the easy way out; I already spoke it, I would just breeze through college and get a job as a translator. I knew deep down that I would never be happy if I chose that road. I struggled a lot with this issue all throughout my first year,which led to feeling large amounts of jealousy toward all the people that just KNEW where their lives were going....and lots of ugly-crying episodes while my roommate was gone.

It wasn't until the last month of my freshman year that something in me just....clicked. Suddenly, it WAS possible for me to study fashion design. It WAS possible to have a successful career doing something that I love. Most importantly, I realized that I couldn't let the fear of comparing to others hold me back from being happy. So I did it. I changed my major to Fashion Design and bumped Spanish down to a minor. It was a 10-ton weight off my tiny shoulders, and I finally started looking forward to the rest of my college years and my future.

SO! With this new-found clarity, I figured I was ready to start a blog about my adventures as a rookie fashionista (I actually really hate that word). I can only hope to do this blog justice!

Thanks for reading!
xoxo Sasha