All Hail

Did you feel the earth move?

Did the skies darken just for a minute?

Did the world freeze for a minute?

Am I being dramatic?

.........well duh, because Adele is COMING! The preview ran on the X Factor Sunday and I have barely been able to contain my excitement.

Music is so important to me, clearly, and Adele writes the music that gives me life.  Quite literally, not being dramatic, she gives me life.

I will be stalking ITunes, just waiting.  Not patiently, just waiting.

xoxo,
Erin

P.S. Here's what is holding me over until the queen's album comes out.

Just a little bit of Hocus Pocus

This weekend was unexpectedly lovely, probably because it involved family.  I love my two ladies more than life itself, and spending just some quality time with my big sister was perfect.

And yes, I bought us onesies. We drank a lot of wine, talked about a lot of things, watched a lot of TV.  

I just love her beyond words. We also had a very honest conversation about if we became zombie's during a zombie outbreak we would shoot each other.  OK, fine, I wouldn't even be able to shoot her as a zombie, even if it meant she was going to kill me. 

She however, would have no issue, typical.

Also, going with the fall feeling, I made Gina's biscotti.

Fell in love with a rucksack. Who doesn't need this in their lives?

Filled my house with the heavenly smell of meaaaaaaaaat.

Stalking the hell out of vests for winter. Obsessed, completely obsessed.

Are you watching X Factor UK? Well you should be, this chick is unbelievable. 

xoxo,

Erin

Scream Queen

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When too much is enough, sometimes one of the classics makes the biggest statement.

This woman won the Emmy's for me. 

OK, Mindy Kahling in that marigold did too, but Jamie Lee Curtis just made my jaw drop.

Simple, stunning, superb.

Killed IT.

xoxo,

Erin

I"ma let you finish

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Ok I'm not even 30 and I didn't get this year's VMAs.

I got Tori Kelly.

(Go download her album, trust me you'll listen to it everyday)

I love me some Kanye West. I really think he's this misunderstood public figure who lost his mother and is still trying to process grief as an artist.  He really is a genius. Promise.

But I didn't get it. I want those tan Yeezus 350's, but I didn't get it.

I'll still vote for him over Trump.

Still love him and own every album, and love Kim. But didn't get it.

Didn't get A$AP's performance. Didn't get Miley's because, well I don't do drugs.  

 

I miss Britney with the snake, and NSYNC with the school background. 

Kanye should've performed. Taylor should've had a whole song. 

We missed a huge performance.

Kelly Clarkson in the rain, huge.

Beyonce medley huge.

JT reunion with NSYNC huge. 

No one is going to be talking about anything other than naked Miley or cray cray Kanye tomorrow.

I'm still #onlyhereforKanye and he deserved that award 110%.

xoxo,

Erin

House that Built Me

Growing up is weird.  You think you're an adult, you think you have this big life and you've moved on from all those things you were when you were younger.

Then you drive away from doing your sister's wedding invitations at your mom's, with boxes of memories in the car, and realize it was probably the last afternoon you will have spent there and just sob.

It's the house I grew up in.  It both broke me, and put me back together again.

The last place my family was a family, in the original sense.  The last place where memories of my life with my dad were, before life went upside down on us.

It's a strange feeling because I have my own home for the past three years, but that house is such a part of my life, and in a about a week it'll be gone.

Well not gone, gone, but I can't exactly walk in anymore can I?

No seriously, can I?

Packing up 22 years of a home has been emotional.  I found things I completely forgot about, and discovered other things I am thrilled to walk away with.

I'm not ready to close the door, but I never would be.

It's the right time now.

So I'll just be over here listening to Miranda Lambert's "House that Built Me" and crying for the next week or so.

xoxo,
Erin

Magic

This is a little Monday pick me up.

Doesn't this song remind you of that final song at the end of "Teen Witch"?

Well my weekend was spent buried under a pile of homework, but I've got it together and I'm ready for the next five days.

I realize I say this every week, but I'm serious this time.  Finished the Ronda Rousey book, cleaned most of the mess my mom left from cleaning out her house, and meal prepped like a boss.

And by cleaned I mean stored it all in my "office" until I can handle facing it all.

There's a time and place people.

Side note: I have a hair crush on Pierre.

xoxo,
Erin

Weekend Magic

This weekend was pretty perfect.

Spending the weekend meeting up with one of your oldest friends for a gorgeous dinner doesn't suck.

Heading to Hershey Hotel and Spa with your family for a weekend of pampering was the thing dreams are made of.

I was rubbed, scrubbed, and painted.  Celebrating my sister's upcoming wedding in only the way we do, together.

Now it's time to kick this week's ass.

xoxo,
Erin

It Might Sound Crazy

If this doesn't help you get through a Monday, you can't be helped

xoxo,
Erin

Stitches

Hopefully everyone had a good weekend.

Mine involved a road trip per usual and some good live music/people watching.

More on that later this week.

Music on a Monday is a necessity, and this kid Shawn Mendes stole my heart when he stood on stage at the TSwifty concert with nothing but a guitar and KILLED it.

Of course I'm tuning in to a superstar already in progress as my bestie CBK already had this on lock.

Either that or the Ed Sheeran cover he did just got straight to me.

Happy Monday.

xoxo,
Erin

Have another beer

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I feel like this summer it's officially summer.  I'm going to a concert, it's July, and it's hot as hell.

So what do you do when it's hot as hell?  Find new cocktails of course.

I've never been crazy about coconut, but tequila I love.  So mix it all together.

Heading to the tail end of shark week. Get it? Tail end? OK, well there's a blue cocktail for that.

Spicy and tequila. Where do I sign up?

Porch Crawlers.  It's a cocktail and a challenge. And there's beer.

Oh, I'll try all of them and report back.  If I can still read and/or type.

xoxo,
Erin

Country girl shake it for me

Cash/Wine/Rebel/Alright/Hellbound

Country concerts are what summer is about. 

The beer, the music, the fashion.

Now I've been to my fair share of country concerts, and I've rocked a lot of different looks.  None of them involved cowboy boots.

Never say never, but there's a 98% chance you'll never catch me in a pair.  It's just not me.

Flannel,  yes.  Whiskey, yes. Hats or boots, nope.

Since my sister is out of commission she has been sweet enough to bestow me with tickets for Kenny Chesney this weekend.  Now it won't be the same without her, seeing as it's our family tradition.

My first thought went to outfits.  Now above are some of the bad boys I want to get my hands on as part of my summer style, but are also country music approved.

Spoiler alert: I'm actually wearing one this weekend.

xoxo,

Erin

Make My Heart Work

Every once and a while there's a song you can't stop listening to.  You can't get it out of your head.  There is a definite summer jam.

This is mine.  We all know I love Brit pop music, and Tinie Tempah is no exception.  Last summer it was him and Cheryl on Crazy Stupid Love.

This summer, it's this song.  Try to get the beat out of your head, try to not dance whenever you hear it.  I dare you.

Hopefully everyone has a lovely long holiday weekend if you're in the USA.

Happy 4th of July!  I know so many people love this holiday, it's not in my top 3, but any time off of work I'll take.

As always, I planned to have an extra long, relaxing holiday weekend, which is quickly turning into something on every day.

OK that sounds obnoxious, I promise I'm not that exciting.

Please download this song.  Please don't blow your hands off lighting fireworks off. Please wear an embarrassingly patriotic shirt and say ""Merica" too many times. Please play a lot of Toby Keith.

Please report back.

xoxo,
Erin

Welcome to New York

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Let's recap my Saturday everyone.

6:30 AM: Mom comes into the guest room where I'm pretty sure I sweat off 5lbs due to the heat in her house and wakes me up.  Wonder why we stayed up until 11:30pm drinking all the wine and talking all the talk with her fiancé.

6:35 AM: Mom comes back in to remind me she woke me up, in case I forgot.

6:45 AM: Mom offers to bring me coffee while I put on my makeup, because she knows how it's either that or deal with me growling at her until I get coffee.

7:20 AM: Get onto the bus and shimmy our way into our seats due to the two complete idiots in from of us who have used their reclining seats function liberally.

7:35 AM: Change seats to the section diagonally behind us or else deal with mom punching the seats in front of us for 3 hours and a possible bus brawl.

8:30 AM: Hear the lady across from us cough up a lung, then glance over to see her pull out a large freezer Ziploc bag and puke in it.

8:33 AM: Watch the puking lady Ziploc her bag and place it in the area in front of her seat, then close her eyes and start to snore.

9:00 AM: Mom gets her glasses out for the 100 time to stalk someone on Facebook with me, while lady across from us reaches for the puke Ziploc bag.

9:15 AM: Puke lady goes back at it for a few minutes, loudly, then returns the Ziploc to her front area, then pulls out her cell phone and starts giving someone directions in German.

10:00 AM: Puke lady goes to the bathroom, then returns to retrieve her puke bag to fill it up some more for one final time.

10:30 AM: Walk through the doors of Macy's, not even realizing that was the last fresh air I would have for almost 5 hours.

10:35 AM: Starbucks, large Starbucks.

10:45 AM: Walk into the Bridal Salon at Macy's and immediately have my Starbucks plucked away.  She lived, barely.

11:30 AM: Mom finds a dress, while I sit and watch people I've only seen before on Jerseylicious reenact a scene from "Say Yes to the Dress".

12:35 PM: Mom finds another dress, I stare at a tiara that retails for $3840 wondering the purpose of my existence without my Starbucks. Also, I probably need that tiara for my birthday.

1:30 PM: Walking out of the bridal salon promising I'm never getting married, or if I do it will involve Elvis.

2:30 PM: Mom begs the lovely man directing traffic at the escalators to direct her toward a restaurant with a bar before I kill someone.

2:40 PM: My butt barely hits the bar stool before I order a Bloody Mary from the bartender with a twinkle in his eye and promise him a place in heaven.

3:00 PM: Wander through the bedding department and wonder if anyone would really find me if I slipped under the last set of down comforters.

3:30 PM: Mom goes off to find presents for the little kids we love while I find a Trenta iced coffee and a seat next to an outlet to charge my phone and pass out. 

4:30 PM: What is that thing up there, is that the sky?  What year is it? Who is the president? Where am I?

4:45 PM: Sephora, I remember you old friend.  I wonder if I can wedding dress shopping guilt mom into buying me that lipstick Joynes wanted me to try?

4:50 PM: Yes, yes I can.

5:00 PM: WINE PLEASE, ALL THE WINE.

6:30 PM: Good wine, oh hello bus, I wonder how Ziploc puke lady enjoyed her day.

6:35 PM: Puke lady must have decided to stay, well at least we get to shove our knees into the seats in front of us so those jackasses don't end up in my lap again.

7:35 PM: I thought this Exodus movie the bus driver was playing was a family friendly movie, but Christian Bale is not family friendly.

9:00 PM: I need to go to church, mixing Moses and Noah up reflects badly.  That movie would've been better with Emma Watson.  

9:45 PM: Realize I only took pictures of alcohol with my phone while my camera sat sadly in my bag all day, bad blogger.

10:30 PM: Goodbye bus of hell, hello my car, goodbye mommy.

10:45 PM: (face slams into bed)

11:00 PM: Ew, New York body needs a shower.

11:10 PM: (face slams into bed) Goodbye Scarecrow, I will miss you most of all.

xoxo,

Erin

Old Blue Chair

This is the time of year I'm usually lying on the beach or by a pool with my family pretending the rest of the world doesn't exist.  I usually do this in Charleston, South Carolina.

I have been going to Charleston for almost 20 years in the summertime, and I can tell you right now I'm missing it something fierce.  There is nothing like the pastel architecture, the southern hospitality, the food, and the people.

This year with the weddings, yep plural, the family isn't taking a vacation.  With so much happening I understand, but it doesn't make me miss the Low Country any less.

So much of my childhood is down there, exploring the beaches, stores, and areas. It's an absolutely beautiful city, with so much to offer anyone who stops in.  The people could not be lovelier, and the atmosphere looks like something out of a novel.

One tragedy doesn't change my opinion, it strengthens it.  I love that city, I love what it's given me and what it will continue to give anyone who wanders through.

So Charleston, I'll see you next year.

xoxo,

Erin

Back Again

OK, school break is on, and that means I'm getting my blog game back.

Stronger, faster, more interesting.

OK, probably just stronger and faster.

No surprise I'm starting the week with a song, music gives me inspiration like no other. Kelsey Ballerini's album fills that country girl void that TSwifty left when she jumped into the pop world.

Trust me, download Sirens.

xoxo,
Erin

They Are the Hunters

I saw Taylor Swift this weekend.

You guys.

It was the closest thing to church I've been to in a long time, if your church resembles a middle school sleepover.

It was wall to wall sparkling little girls with signs with lights.  There were costumes I had to spend a lot of time explaining to my mom. I saw choreographed dances to each song, I saw screaming, I saw a grandmother with a walker singing every word.

This is what Taylor Swift does to us.  She makes it impossible to not be drawn in to the feelings, the feelings we all have at some point.

She sparkled, danced her butt off, and brought Olivia Benson. The person, not her cat.

It was perfection, and I had no voice today.  If you can, go immediately!

Oh, I was SCREAMING to this song.

xoxo,
Erin

Link Love

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Hopefully everyone had a more productive weekend than me.  I spent it staring at a computer screen wishing and praying that my paper for school would abracadabra it's ass onto the screen.  

Spoiler alert: that didn't happen.

Full on obsessed with making breakfast a real thing with these guys.

One of my favorite bloggers Hallie is getting ready for a new adventure.  I can't wait to follow!

This Sheryl Sandberg piece on grief illustrated so many feelings, and she's 30 days into it.  

Yep, going to need to it now.

It's no secret I bow down to Mary's style, this white ensemble as me running to the closet to see if I can recreate.

This cover is EVERYTHING. Trust and believe, he makes everything better.

xoxo,
Erin

Better

This.  This. This.

TGIF y'all.

xoxo,

Erin

Blogger fail

I've epically neglected my little part of the world with this blog lately.



I'm sorry, I was busy, I was overwhelmed, I was exhausted.



Forgive me?



Cool.  I promise to be better, and to have more soon.



For this Monday, one of my favorite Ed Sheeran covers, OK fine, they're all my favorite.



xoxo,
Erin

College Kid

OK, straight up, my weekend had a lot of drinks and not enough work. I spent it catching up with my oldest best friend, who I literally can't imagine my life without. 

We've been best friends since second grade, she knows where the bodies are buried. She really is my sister and there's so many exciting events coming up in her life I'm just thrilled for her.

I ran a few errand with my mom for my sisters wedding. That shindig is right around the corner and it's starting to scare me. 

I drank wine before noon.

I watched the first Harry Potter.

 

I didn't do enough homework. 

I regret nothing.

Xoxo,

Erin