I’m officially a lady.

Well, technically, i’ve been a lady since my bat mitzvah seven years ago, but now, i’m officially a lady.

yesterday, something big happened: i bought my first Diane Von Furstenberg dress.

If you’re a dude and have no idea what i’m talking about, i understand. If you’re a chick and have no idea what i’m talking about, lame; get to know DVF’s wrap dresses immediately as they’re probably all you will be wearing when you, too, become a lady.

it’s black, it’s strapless, it has pockets and it’s perfect.
ahhhhhhh.

we took a trip to the farmer’s market:

i officially look like a homeless person.

berry tasty

flowers!

i wish urbana’s sweet corn festival happened twice a year

our future puppy?

attention, potential boyfriends:
i love sunflowers.
(hint, hint)

yum-o

big tree, or small human?

haggard and thirsty

we went shopping at a store with a bunch of jars of free candy.
clothes, schmoes.

at the mall, we tried on the fanciest, most expensive dresses we could find.
like, omg, photo shoot:

(ignore the sensor)

it’s so hard to say goodbye

I was surprised when the obnoxious girl next to me at The Coffee Bean in LA had CSS as her ringtone.

Now, I know why she had it — they’re in the new iPod commercial for the iPod Touch.

Boo.

caught between a rock and a hardass place

i have no idea what this is, but the colors are pretty cool

parking lot crime scene

every time i look at this photo, i get weezer stuck in my head.

We went shopping at Kitson — that place where all those celebrities shop — and i wound up spending the majority of my time there on the phone with my brother talking about The Wood Brothers. Everything they sell there is so….desperately trendy. I mean, plastic gem-encrusted bracelets? Multi-colored ankle boots? Shiny, disco-ball dresses? It definitely had the aura of, “If i spend $78 on this plastic bangle, i’ll totally be cool.” Bizarre.

(We spent twice as long in American Apparel. mmm deep v’s.)

The Ivy was there, too. Paparazzi were abounding, but we never found out for who. I got a lot of weird looks, which I only realized a block later was probably because I, too, had a gigantic camera on my shoulder.

(I officially missed my chance to become a vagina photographer. bum-o.)

here’s an optical denim illusion from the trip:

spent the rest of the day driving to santa monica to shop at fancy-pants Fred Segal (only bought coffee) and the local goodwill (bought my new purse!).
after, we went to dinner at il forno caldo, the cutest fucking italian restaurant ever.

we ate with a doctor named Martin who didn’t speak very good english. Apparently, he’s a crazy-good doctor from Germany (i think) who has worked in Swizerland (i think). He likes pasta and nice cars, but absolutely despises cameras.

i think we made him extremely uncomfortable.

erin doesn’t like prosciutto.
(found that out the hard way.)

for my photo class project. fingers crossed i don’t fail.

trip two to diddy riese.
some of these new friends were nice. some were…”interesting.”

The older I get, the more I don’t understand my parents.

I’ve always assumed that it would be the opposite — we’d sit in a circle, talk about some fancy-named politician, and laugh like elitists while mixing and clinking the ice cubes of our scotch on the rocks against the glass.

Instead, it’s turned into a nag-fest. But, at least it’s all stemming from a neurotic overbearing love for me and my broski.

(I need to watch more Curb Your Enthusiasm. I completely forgot how jewish families work.)

day two. morningtime.
(it is way too fucking cold in champaign. brrrrrr.)

there’s almost no public transportation in LA, which is weird.
for a place that’s so concerned about organic food and greening efforts, it’s ridiculous that everyone wants the newest car and the nicest SUV, and uses them to drive everywhere.
hypocritical, hmm?

urth caffe for breakfast.
we secretly thought that because entourage was filmed there, we’d see adrien grenier.
(we didn’t.)
but we saw tiny pies!

and waffles!

friends.

photos from the getty:

my favorite part of the trip: lying in the grass.

these kids rolled down the hill for twenty minutes straight. it was precious.

little old ladies with parasols.