When it comes to shitty cell phone pics, these certainly take the cake. Whatever, I didn’t have my camera, but I did want to showcase this amazing wrap skirt I bought at my favorite North Hollywood thrift store. It was $1, maybe $2? Can’t remember, but it’s this amazing brick color and I want to wear it every fucking day. I paired it with this old creme-colored top, and cute blue espadrilles. All thrifted. Duh. Would you expect anything else from me, really?

I’m not joking when I say I love Subway artwork. They make everything look so delicious!

Wearing a recently-thrifted dress with nude (yes, I wrote nude - get off my back) sandals from UO, Target sunglasses, a cardigan a co-worker gave me, and new name necklace from DTLA’s Jewelry District. 

My co-worker Alma and I at the Northridge mall; not the same co-worker who gave me the sweater from above.

*The title of this post comes from a saying my sister and all her kids sat from time to time. Honestly, if you heard half the weird-ass shit we come up with, you’d think we were from another planet.