You know you're a fashion blogger when...
- Your friends tell you to blog about something.
- It's 2AM and you're writing a post.
- You're thinking about new post ideas 24 hours a day.
- You have had to learn on your own how to use: HTML, CSS, SEO techniques, Blogger, Google Analytics, Wordpress, Typepad, Livewriter, Photoshop...
- You have to know how to take good photographs too.
- You are your own assistant, editor, writer, photographer, manager, agent and community manager.
- You can't attend the fashion presentations all the journalists go to, because you have to be at your "real" work, or have to be at school or university.
- You follow more than 60 blogs.
- You receive more than 150 emails every day.
- You have four (or more) email accounts: the personal one, the one for work, one for the blog, one that you opened ages ago and don't remember the password...
- You've reached the capacity limit of your email account thanks to the 100MB press releases some PR' agencies send (It happened to me. Yes, there's a limit in Gmail)
- It's September and you receive Christmas shopping ideas on your email.
- You feel guilty when you haven't updated in two days, even though no one tells you to do so.
- Your friends can't understand that you work on something that takes you more than two hours a day, for free.
- You read a fashion magazine and you've already seen 99% of the celebrity pics and trends on other blogs.
- You know what Mary-Kate Olsen, Kate Bosworth or Diane Kruger have worn every day for the last four years.
- Your friends and family ask you about what's "in" this season.
- You can't avoid examining everyone's look and when you see a cool outfit, you feel the urge to photograph them to share it with your readers.
- You already know what's in the stores without going shopping.
- You don't remember what you used to do on your spare time when you didn't have a blog.
- Holidays don't exist. You feel that you have to update your blog even if you're in the North Pole.
- You blog about labels you love, but hardly wear (I wish I could afford Isabel Marant)
- No internet connection: apocalypse
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