if barbie was a real woman she would tip over from being top heavy. and her neck would be two times too long to hold her head up. she'd also have to walk on all fours because her feet are too small to balance her upright. sounds miserable to be barbie. doesn't it?

since i was home last...

amanda+chris relocated. she: an OR nurse + he: a law student at penn state. erica: college. aspiring physical therapist. bought her first pair of skinny jeans. so hot. garett started h.s. grew taller than me. gets all the ladies. are you surprised? look at him. little carl switches classes in school now. rides her horse like she's training for the circus. i kid you not. we're talking headstands here. and me smooshed right in the middle loving every minute of it. mom. dad. <3. it was too quick. until next time. ta- ta-

elvis we loved you too.

wait santa! this two please.

she's ba-ack

arrival time: 2:55 pm.

creepers

sketchy santas is. too. funny.

"I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a messed up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours." - Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

stella McCartney + gap kids could be THE cutest combination i have ever seen. gush. look at that tutu!

"Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free till they find someone just as wild to run with them." - Sex in the City

i met a girl today who was only allowed to wear brown panties growing up. oh no. so sad. how i wished i could gift her a darling pair like these from steven alan. my favorites.

life is much too short to wear brown panties.

look at all those wishes.

nice legs

kate spade's legs look like a candy store right now.

<3

can't wait to kiss your cute face.

this is what dating in the manhattan eighth ward is like:

and we make videos like this for ward activities.

He was very sorry. “I say, Wendy,” he whispered to her, “always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying ‘I’m Wendy,’ and then I’ll remember.”

lots of happy thanks giving this year.

love you jf for being the photographer.

‘twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the things you did. so throw off the bowlines. sail away from the safe harbor. catch the trade winds in your sails. explore. dream. discover. -mark twain

i can’t understand how you think that everyone's present somehow revolves around your past. it doesnt. let it go.

pie balls.

'my boyfriend wears them every time we have intercourse. it makes his junk taste like pie.'

thank you for making me laugh today.

my fairytale

I was blonde and my two sisters were brunette, but I never minded they were my best friends. We grew up in a pretty brick house with a pretty backyard and a real nice dog. We had a sand box and a swing set and our dog’s name was Girl. My room was the best one, it had two giant windows and I remember pulling my covers over my head in the mornings when my mom would come in and sing Rise and Shine as she opened the blinds. We had a list or morning chores and we started on the runner in the hallway and raced to see who could finish first- get dressed, comb your hair, brush your teeth, eat breakfast, race race race. My dad used to swoop us up in his arms and zoom us through the house like a rocket ship and plop us on our beds before he’d tell us the story about the big bad wolf. We’d sit there in his t-shirts that drowned our tiny bodies and reached past our knees. We would giggle as he’d knock on our foreheads and blow in our faces when the pigs were trying to get away. He was always my coach and everyone wanted him as their own, especially when he’d talk real fast for my friends; that always made him the coolest. If you flip through our photo albums you can feel the happy emitting from the glossy prints: Father’s Day breakfasts in our pajamas and ratty hair, Easter Egg hunts and magical Christmas’. He took us for rides through the desert in the dune buggy and fishing at the cabin. He even let us free the fish when he might have wanted to save it for dinner.... that’s what happens when you’re prince charming to three little girls, i’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Dad even snuck water into our rooms at night so our tummies could be full as we dozed off into our sweet dreams. Looking back I don’t even think it was the water we wanted, mom always let us guzzle as much as we wanted before we hopped in bed. We would tip our little heads under the faucet until we were full and then she’d lay us on the floor and shake our tummies until we could hear it splashing inside our bellies. We would giggle and giggle and giggle. Then off to bed to pick a story from our big library of books. Going on a Bear Hunt was my favorite, probably because she’d sing the chorus... splish splash through the water, swish swash through the forest... she was a good story teller and she sang to us too. Down By the Bay... I remember giggling when we came up with new rhymes for the end. She could always erase the mistakes without ripping the paper and packed us lunches and walked us to the bus stop in the mornings, it was perfect.
Time flies, especially when you move to New York City and all your wildest dreams have suddenly become true. I was busy and I woke up in bed giddy every morning simply in disbelief that it was all real. Someone once told me I was running away from reality but I never felt that way- I was just running into my dreams and making them my own reality. Mom and Dad told us our whole lives we could be anything we ever wanted and I have just been just doing it. I love them, more than I can ever seem to express and I will forever be grateful. forever. I miss it sometimes, our fairytale. But it doesn't make me any less grateful for a Mom and Dad who made my life all it was and continue loving me more than any child could ever wish for.

my best friends wedding

 her face is why i adore weddings...

this picture pretty much sums up the whole weekend in seattle last weekend. have the happiest eternity ever imaginable you two! i love you misses, and hope that newlywed glow never fades. :)

super day

i flew in on the red eye- arrival time 5:55 am.

hopped in a cab and an hour later pulled up to my front door. took an hour nap then ran to work looking a little less put together than an average day. don't worry it's not like we were coloring a super models hair or anything...

try four.

natasha poly

maryna linchuk

lindsay ellingson

it was amazing. no sleep + no food all day- so sleepy.  but so worth it. it will take me just a second to come off the high it gave me. a day packed full of perfect color like that makes me feel like i am going to explode i love it so much! so so much! i can't really explain it but when the color is so seamless and intentional and then so gorgeous- i want to eat it! i am so incredibly passionate about what i do and there is something about pairing beautiful color with beautiful girls-it just makes it look better. today was a super day.

simple

question: if it was your last chance to eat- ever, what would you choose?

peanut butter + jelly

hands down peanut butter and jelly.

i love it.

i eat it almost every day. and it is so so goood every single time.

i am a pretty simple girl...

it doesn't take much to make me smile or laugh or keep me entertained.

on that note- i have never been to a haunted house. never-ever. but everyone is doing it! and when you decide at the age of twenty one you're finally ready to go you might as well go! like to the number one ranked haunted house in the country right now. are you surprised? in new york we only experience #1 of everything.

saturday:

work. busy. busy. work. work. rush. rush. run to the subway. hop on the express. run to the corner. hop in the car. zoom... we're on our way! three cars. twelve friends. two hour road trip. starving. pit stop. barbeque. are you chet from the rr? can we have your picture? snap. flash. snap. flash. rush order. to go boxes. rustins steak was overcooked. raw. perfect. hop back in the cars. drive. rustin eats dinner. still driving. get out. brr. coats on. stand in line. stand. more standing. tickets. new line. haunted hay ride. in the forrest. spooky! get off. middle of no where. enter haunted house. scared. scream. exit. next haunted house down the way. spooky. scream. exit. enter haunted corn maze. huge stalks of corn. like way taller than you. real dark. big moon. creeped out yet? yes. exit corn maze. next haunted house. losing count. it's 2am now. so many hours of scary. exhausted. one more haunted house. scream. kinda laugh because youre too tired to scream. exit. walk to car. get in. buckle up. gas station. donuts. candy. sugar rush. back in car. all twelve. check. drive. drive drive. pass out. two hours. back in the city. 4 am. 202 riverside drive. feel drunk as you get out of the car. say bye. dig for keys. buzz yourself in. elevator. eighth floor. unlock door. stumble to your room. forgot your phone in the car. email friend. 'left my phone in the car' wash face. brush teeth. get undressed. lights. off. in bed. pass out. sleeping. 5am. shaking. 'aubrey'. huh? friend. boy. 'here's your phone' huh? oh, phone. how'd he get that? no clue. thanks. goodnight. wait how'd he get in my apt? no clue. too tired to think. snore. morning comes. wake up. look to my right. boy next to you. how'd he get there? huh? get out of bed. fast sunday. wash face. brush teeth. contacts. pretty dress. colored tights. don't be late. step out the door. elevator. open. step out in the sunshine. crisp air. good morning new york. smile. another day in the city...

i am simple. just because my life is constantly filled with crazy funny, bizzare + unpredictable moments doesn't mean i'm not. i can't help it, weird stuff just happens to me.

thanks life for friends.

and now off to seattle for the weekend; can't wait to reunite!

xx

i am missing you...

yeah yeah yeahs

they sold out the biggest venue in nyc in five minutes... twice. don't worry, we still got seats on the ground level- but only because we love them and deserved them.

sometimes it takes pictures like this to remind me how weird i am and then how much fun my life is. aren't you so happy this moment was captured? i was really really loving it.

this was my favorite part of the whole show:

a little more love.

teen vogue wrote us some love today.

and tomorrow we're doing cut+color makeovers on six models for an allure story so look out for us. lots of love all around!

thanks we love you back.

magical

once upon a magical night...

hip hip happy twenty one! a girl only turns this old once and in

new york city...

i couldn't think of a better excuse to make everyone dress up like gentlemen and princess' and pretty people!

so we all did. then we danced under the stars all night long.

we played with GIANT balloons and munched on cupcakes and candy and yum food.

it was pretty magical! and i have the best friends ever.

oh thanks rustin for the little shout out, and jen f. you're officially the sweetest and best friend a girl could ever ask for.

i love you all! thanks for making it a birthday i will never ever forget...

the stars are somewhere up there above us

so many balloons and my pretty mom flew out for a few hours for a little surprise! (mom you're the best)

and we all live happily ever after.

the end.