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Like every single person with a smartphone and even the slightest fascination with photography, I'm hooked on Instagram. I always knew getting a mobile plan with unlimited data would be the death of me. At the slightest indication of lull time, I'm double-tapping my way through my Instagram feed, liking photos of everything from shoes I can't afford to models preening at a magazine shoot.Continue Reading >>
I've never liked wearing glasses, something I chalk up to a few awkward years of puberty. As a pre-teen, I was the girl who had unruly hair and braces and was taller than everyone else. You can see why adding glasses to that combination wasn't exactly my cup of tea. So when I was introduced to the idea of switching to contact lens at age 11, I obviously went for it. By then, I was already dreaming of transformations and makeovers of epic proportions (I blame you, Sandy from Grease). Needless to say, that didn't pan out the way I thought it would. Whatever, though. I no longer had to wear glasses in public, and that was that.
I kept that up for over a decade, never once stepping out of the house in a pair of eyeglasses (unless I was going for that hipster look; in which case, it was fine). I love the freedom that comes with wearing contacts. I love that I can do whatever I want with my eye makeup without worrying about how it would look with glasses. I love buying sunglasses on impulse, knowing I won't need to have them graded. Basically, if people with poor eyesight fell into three camps—glasses, contacts, and surgery—I would most definitely belong to the contacts group. Until I save up for surgery, that is (and even then, I'm not so sure).
I've always prided myself on my shopping skills. I can zero in on a cute skirt at some random ukay ukay, extract a quality piece from a rack of cheaply made dresses, and track down an inexpensive alternative to that designer bag I'm currently lusting over. I don't know exactly how or when I managed to hone this so-called talent, but I sure am grateful for it.
One thing I am not good at, however, is shopping during sales. Until now, that is.
A little background: Since I've graduated from college and started working in 2011, I've found myself tightening my purse strings more and more. I just don't want to part with my money so easily, when I know full well my parents no longer give me an allowance. Sure, I'd indulge on a few fashion magazines each month, but aside from those and the odd cheap buy, I much prefer saving my salary for bigger, better things (like traveling, for instance).