I am now officially in my mid-twenties.

It’s taken me two days just to write and accept that sentence. For such a long time growing up I would try to imagine what it would be like to be in my mid-twenties. I fantasized about this amazing, structured, in control life where I lived in an incredible and sophisticated apartment in LA. I was that LA girl who was trendy and cool and goes and gets fancy cocktails in weird mod restaurants with her friends. What’s hilarious is that none of that came to fruition. What’s amazing is that I’m so glad it didn’t.

Turns out that at this point in my life I’m much more “make shit up as I go” than in control, more gypsy than sophisticated and more Netflix with homemade margaritas than weird mod restaurants.

In the two days it has taken me to write this post I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to leave my early twenties behind and to step into my mid-twenties. It has taken 48 hours, but this afternoon I finally realized that this is the first time in my life that I don’t want to get older. Is that what being old is? Finally realizing that you don’t want to get older anymore?

TwentyThree was exhausting, exhilarating, terrifying, stressful, exciting and trying. This year I’ve had a lot of self-doubt followed by spurts of bravery. A lot of questioning every move followed by “well fuck it.” A lot of feeling lost and then reading tumblr quotes about how it’s all going to be okay. A lot of running that more than once, landed me right back at home.

My post about TwentyThree last year ended on an elated note. I was riding a high of possibility. This year is a little different. Not that I’m sad, but more that I feel like I’m in a free fall. A lot of things in my life are Up In The Air (blog pun intended) and it’s making me question myself more than usual. TwentyFour is going to start in a state of floating. But floating is good. Floating means you can go in any direction you want. You can bounce off all the walls until you find the right place to drop. Floating means all the doors are open.

Not one to be without a list, here are my 23 things I learned at TwentyThree.

  1. Wear whatever the hell you want. If it makes you feel good, wear it. Who cares what everyone else says.
  2. Being able to flawlessly apply red lipstick is self-taught. Being able to flawlessly wear it is self realized.
  3. Fleetwood Mac is always a good idea.
  4. Netflix binges should never be judged, only appreciated.
  5. Being asked to be your best friend’s Maid of Honor will make your heart feel so full of love it almost bursts.
  6. Getting lost in a book still feels the same way it does when you were 12.
  7. The best writing comes out of honesty. Let yourself feel all the feels. Then word vomit to help yourself understand those feels.
  8. Glitter is fun and should never be silenced.
  9. There is no such thing as too many Polaroids.
  10. Family is everything. Especially when the double as your best friends. (Hi Mom, Dad and Brother.)
  11. Tumblr is the best fantasy dream land safe space ever created.
  12. Mixed CD’s are the most thoughtful gift a 90’s kid can receive.
  13. No one should be made fun of for loving things too hard. Whether that be a TV show, a boy band, a cheese or a person.
  14. American Girl by Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers is and will forever be, your own personal anthem.
  15. Pampering is amazing. Face masks, bath bombs, hair masks, sugar scrubs, ALL OF IT. DO ALL OF IT.
  16. SAS must stick to tequila and wine, do that my child and you’ll be fine.
  17. Also, also I love to rhyme.
  18. Be a gypsy. Be a flower crown queen. Be a crystal hoarder.
  19. Make all the pretty things. Necklaces, flower crowns, dreamcatchers, all of them. Other people think they are pretty too.
  20. My moon necklace reminds me of who I am, and who I strive to be every single day.
  21. Birkenstocks are the shit and I will FIGHT anyone who says otherwise.
  22. Girls run shit. Lift up your girlfriends. We are strong. We are independent. We rise together.
  23. Trust yourself.

One last note, I love to set the tone of a big moment with a song. I liken it to purposely setting myself up for success. This year, I chose to turn TwentyFour to Taylor Swift’s “Style” complete with an apartment dance party in my Gryffindor sweatshirt and a flower crown. Looking forward to more pretty things, more dance parties and more “mid-twenties” freak outs this year. Good, bad, horrific and magical.

Artisanal LA


It’s been a hot second since I’ve been in this neck of the woods. How are you? Enjoying the springtime blooms? I’ve been very very busy running from one thing to the next. I was home for Easter, then threw my best friend’s Bridal Shower (which will get a full post in a few days), then house sat for a bit, and intermixed was just more all around craziness. I’m also currently in the process of trying to move apartments and still retain a slight sliver of sanity.

But this post isn’t about all of those things. This post is about a new door that was recently opened for me that I frolicked right through.

At my best friend’s bridal shower a few weeks ago, I hired Crown Bloom Co. CBC is a boho girl’s dream. They come to your event, set up the most adorable little cart, and then make fresh flower crowns for everyone. I mean can you BE any cuter??? (Chandler Bing voice.) The girls made everyone feel like boho queens and were a total hit.

At the shower one of the activities I came up with was to make dreamcatchers. Backstory: after I made my first few dreamcatchers about a year ago, my best friend fell in love with them and asked if I would make some for her wedding. At the shower I figured I would kill two birds with one stone and get the guests to help out. CBC loved them and asked if I would be willing to sell some at their booth at Artisanal LA in a few weeks. I came back with a resounding YES. Flash forward to this past weekend and I found myself in all my gypsy glory selling my dreamcatchers to the lovely people of Los Angeles.

The chaos before the storm

The chaos before the storm

Me. Selling my pretty things. To real people. In person. Not behind a computer screen. One small step for Twenty Seven Things, one giant step for Sarah’s social skills.


I’m an OWNER????


Artisanal LA was a total dream. Vendors upon vendors selling their beautiful handmade foods, beauty products, home goods – you name it they had it. I was in heaven. The CBC girls and I had the best time and I can’t wait to do more shows with them this upcoming summer.



My dreamcatchers are now all up on my Etsy shop and you can see them by clicking the photo below. Here’s to many more days spent in boho gypsy dream land.

Dreamcatchers Etsy

Three Years in LA


Yesterday marked three years since I moved to Los Angeles. I can vividly remember the build up. The anxiety, the stress, the excitement, the fear that it was all just a dream.

And then the hope. I remember the extreme feeling of hope.

I remember feeling like “I know this is what I’m supposed to be doing” and “I know this feels right.” I remember being so nervous to live by myself and then squashing that doubt with the feeling of not caring because I was going to live the dream I had dreamt for so long. I was going to live in the City of Angels.

I can’t exactly remember when my fascination with LA began but it had to have been somewhere around 12 or 13 years old. My family would travel to Southern California for softball tournaments and I could never get enough of the city. I wanted to be everywhere at once. I wanted to drive down every street. My dad used to joke that I would tell people “I don’t care if I sit in traffic for 5 hours, at least I’m sitting in LA.” The hope that this was the city where dreams were born and came true was so unbelievable to me. It was all I wanted. I wanted to build and see my dreams come true here too.

Three years I’ve been in this same one bedroom apartment. A year and a half ago I gained a roommate who has morphed from my best friend into the sister I never had. Together we continue to grow up and embrace the hilarious challenges that constitute being a 20-something.

Three years later I’m still scared, but in a good way. I think if you ever completely lose the fear of something you love then you become comfortable and then you become stagnant. I don’t ever want to become stagnant. So this fear is a good fear. I still love being in LA. I love feeling like I could do a million different things at once. I love feeling like I can change my look, my voice, my walk, my story at any given moment. But three years later, I don’t think I want to change as many things as I used to. I’m much more comfortable with who I am. Being in LA and seeing all the change can do that to you – it makes you choose a path and make it your own.

I can’t wait to continue to grow and change with LA. I can’t wait to continue to come into my own in this city. I’m a born and raised California girl, and right now, there is now where else I’d rather be to continue to grow up and figure out who I want to be.

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