Sometimes I wish I were a hipster.

I listen to what would be classified as hipster music. The wool sweater that was a hand-me-down from my great aunt Dorothy is one of my favorite things in my closet. I rarely do my hair, opting for the natural look most mornings.

Yet, I am not a hipster. Not in any way really.

On Halloween, my mom took these pictures of the pumpkin I carved. Definitely not up to hipster standards--they were taken with a basic digital camera, not with film or instagram, and my posing is all off.  Not to mention the amateur carving that says very little about socially conscious issues or art.

  

 I know I am getting hipster boots for Christmas though (I picked them out with my mom on Black Friday, and she is wrapping them up).

Everything about this post just further proves that I should move on from my hipster aspirations.