When my family moved to Wesley Chapel in 1997, it wasn’t much more than a couple of subdivisions and a lot of fields. Growing up, we’d sometimes visit downtown Tampa, but there wasn’t much to do except for a handful of restaurants and a lot of office buildings. So when Oxford Exchange opened in 2012, it was a big freakin’ deal. It looked like a space you’d find in a huge city like New York or Los Angeles, but it was local.
Posting online has become a time-consuming process for me. First, I take the picture. (If I’m being honest, I take several pictures. Sometimes 20 or 30.) Then, I have to find one that works, edit it in Lightroom, run it through FaceTune to get rid of any stray hairs, come up with a caption, find relevant hashtags, share it on Instagram, share it on Facebook and monitor the posts for any comments to respond to.
If you were obsessed with makeup as a child, I seriously envy you. I had the best upbringing, but my parents didn’t let me wear makeup pretty much at all. I finally decided to just start sneaking my own makeup once I had an allowance, but unfortunately, I had NO IDEA WHAT I WAS DOING, and it was obvious. I searched high and low for a picture of me wearing LIME GREEN eyeshadow as a teenager, but I must’ve deleted it from all social channels. Thankfully, I still have a reminder of how I used to wear my eyeshadow, which was from lid to brow. No blending needed (or so I told myself).
I’ve always been a perfectionist to a ridiculous extent. Think of the kid who gets the highest grade in the class or is friends with literally everyone — that’s me. I’m constantly being humbled and reminded of my imperfections, especially within my relationship with Vagner. Our first date started off on a sweet note, but it ended in disaster! We’re able to laugh about it today, but we actually learned a lot from that hot mess of a date.