Banjos, more banjos, bed big enough for four, retro booty shorts, my orange tan, Walmart/heaven, my favorite little brother, cracking beer bottles against wire fences, lovely vanity, and antique shops = Sonoma.
Its summer. I kind of want to not have to worry about getting home before dinner- or getting home at all. Seriously, things need to start feeling more carefree. I'm about to go mad. (tFS, Peppers & Chips)
Took photos with Zoe right before we hopped on the bus that took us home from Sonoma. Totally infatuated with her vintage floral purse. I love posting photos of my friends. I feel selfish if I keep them to myself. Even if this blog greedily revolves around me, I'd be nothing without my best people. I can do my thing because I know they are here with solid support. I screw up plenty. But I'm still here. My friends. That's why.