But I get kind of angry that hipsters have taken on wearing vintage clothes and collecting vintage things. It just brings the prices of the things that we want up. I also get really mad at people who only buy vintage for resale. I buy things, I've them a good home and if they don't fit in my house then maybe I think about selling them(which I have yet to go with anything) So thats my little rant about that.
The other day one of my good friends was saying she doesn't feel that close to me anymore because I spend most of my time shooting and she doesn't want to shoot, or vintage collecting with Beck. She went on to call me materialistic basically and saying thats why we aren't as close.
That fucking sucks to be told. She went on to say how she didn't mean it like that but it still stuck with me. It kind of made me thing about how kind of sad my life is. I don't have anyone but Beck and I don't have anything but KitschCake and my vintage. I don't have a boyfriend to invest my time in. All I have is my things. Which is extremely sad to say the least. Like when my friends are out hanging out with their significant others I am at GoodWill or the thrift shop alone.
But I totally have to defend my sad lifestyle. I'm 18 and I've been running my own business for almost a year. My whole business, other than actually shooting, is based off of thrifting and networking. I need to get out there meet people, shake hands, kiss babies etc, like I am running for some sort of Pretty Office. Like this weekend I went to Three different Nick Curan and the Lowlifes shows in three different states( the shows were amazing! See them if you have the chance) I ended up having to skip out on a vacation with my high school friends(which they cut a day shorter and that inspired my not going) and now most of them aren't talking to me.(How extremely high school right?) But I had to get out there and meet people who enjoy like things. I went to a show in Boston and met some new potential clients, then went to Rhode Island and bonded with some old clients along with making new friends. Sunday night I went up to Portland, Maine and kept up with the theme of the weekend. I woke up to angry texts because I went to Maine instead of Cape Cod. My friends don't understand that I have a business to run and responsibilities to attend to. I have to come put with abut $240 a month just for bills(which is a lot for having a mall job that just pays for the gas to get to it and maybe a couple GoodWill purchases) and None of those bills are for school. SO throw that on there at a later date. But am changing phones and getting a iPhone in the near future(which is about $100 a month if I do, do it opposed to paying nothing right now) and my car insurance is about $115. (which leaves me an extra $25 for emergencies...or dinner out) Pretty much I need to get the KitschCake name out there so I can make money to pay for these things. My friends don't understand. Boo-hoo. whoa is me. blah blah blah.
WOAH. SOrry about the on vintage related posted.