can we talk?

(shirt: thrifted. shorts: ross. shoes: TOMs. sunnies: sf random store. purse: denmark.)

about how ive been looking like a complete disaster lately? my reasoning, i'm vegan and it's summer. i'm so lame. do you like my shirt though? it's from some cool thrift store in LA. 

dialogue of the day:

e-erica

b-brother

m-momma

e: "tarvissssss!!! come take my photos for the fence...love you forever!"

b: "i'm not taking any pictures of you, you dont need them today!"

e: "yeah i do, come downstairs......don't you want my blog to be successful? it needs to be consistent...seriously get down here tarvis!"

b: "you're so lame erica...."

m: "you need to start paying him......"

seriously? since when do i need to pay my little brother to take some little photos...that's what brothers are for. i mean that's what i signed up for when signed the 'little brother why are you here' papers.....

have a fabulous saturday!

p.s yes i did call my brother tarvis....spelled.. t-a-r-v-i-s......so much cooler than his actual name, of boring travis.

growing up

Shirt: Macys. Short: American Apparel. Sandals: Rainbows.

i may have a job. i know i know, i should have had one years ago...but today i have a interview/turn in my resume kinda deal. i'm excited, obviously this means i can finally start doing something for myself. which also means more responsibility...okay this is turning into a really boring post.


today i hung out with my brother and little cousin. it was such a fun day. lunch and a movie...hiding from the heat, yes you caught me. we walked around, talked, and giggled. have i told you all yet that i'm now vegan? yeah, drastic right? that's what everyone is saying, but i'm telling you, no acid reflux, no heartburn, no stomach pains at all. it's truly amazing, what changing your diet can do to your every day life.

these awesome American apparel shorts i'm just lovin. my friends don't though, they hate them.

and some days when i can't decide how i wanna wear my shorts i pout...

ice caps in a far away land

sometimes i press the 'new post' button, and i sit wondering what i'm going to write about. still, i have no idea what i should write about. life seems to just be still, nothing too exciting, in fact the only cool thing right now is that my mom can't get our air conditioning to stop...seriously. i personally love it, saying i love cold weather is an understatement, having your house, let alone my room continually be 64 degrees is the best. she's freaking out of course, "the bill is going to be insane...wjdhghsfgasduyfghs." 

so perhaps i'll talk about the weather, and how it's forced me to wear close to nothing lately. it's true people, yesterday i was by the pool. for those of you who are new, i hate water. my reasoning is because i was on a swim team for 769876 years, water just isn't fun for me like it used to be. when others are dying to do a cannon ball, i would rather be reading a book or hanging out by ice caps in some far away land. i'm so sarcastic.

the other day when my brother and i returned from our road trip with my grandparents, my momma wanted to take us out to dinner. so we did. of course i was gross from sitting in a car for 6 hours, but i threw on my new maxi dress, tied a little cover up around it, and paired it when the famous 'city walk' GAP flats.

little brother

he will never know how much i love him. i've known the dude for 17 years and 3 months exactly, that's a real long time. when i first saw him, i didn't know what he was, he was just some "new kid" that came busted my bubble. the attention was gone from me, and now to this little dude. some say i was mean, scratching, hitting, leaving bruises, on him; basically doing whatever i could to make him cry. (yes i was a devil child...most say) then we grew up, and my love for him grew, into a more "i need to watch over him" kinda thing, and it stuck. he usually says i yell at him, but i only want him to be the best he can. he's grown into such a great young man so far, and has really come a long way. i love my little brother.


so obviously me making him drive me to an antique store and thrift store today was a sign of total love. he thinks thrift stores are dumb...guess where the little booger is getting his Christmas present this year...?


he was a trooper. that's all that really matters.

oh hay-to the 9th flannel in my wardrobe