A couple months ago, Oh Nuts! sent me some jordan almonds and said create. I held on to them idealess for many weeks too long. Of course Easter eggs seemed like the obvious answer. Ombre? Everyone’s doing it. So I removed some of the color from the egg with a wet q-tip. The results were subpar. Speckled, speckled, speckled—I could hear them chanting in the background. With an extra toothbrush and some blue food coloring, they quickly became robin’s eggs. Read more

I’ve been holding out on you for a couple months. Keeping a secret. Jumping in my chair. Looking like a crazy lady, I’m sure. Making mini gold cakes. With pom-poms on top. For who you ask? Styled Magazine [insert exclamation point]—created and edited by Victoria, from A Subtle Revelry. I’m still not sure how I made it into these beautiful pages filled with genius ideas and impeccably styled photography. Pinching myself. Read more

I think this wintery forecast has me feeling all giddy inside. So giddy I want to give you a little something something. It’s true. One lucky winner will receive a shiny new cowl. Made by me. In the color of your choice.

Lets not waste any time. Two chances to win. Here are the deets: 
1. Leave a comment. Tell me your favorite cowl color—barley, marble, oatmeal, or charcoal. Click here for color details.
2. Sharing is caring. Tweet OR share on Facebook and leave a comment.

Fine print: Giveaway ends Tuesday, January 17 at 12:00 am CST. Winner will be chosen at random using random.org. Winner will be notified by email and has 48 hours to respond. Open to US residents only.

And the winner is Morgan Bayard who will soon be sporting a Charcoal cowl!

This time of year passes much too fast.
Still trying to figure out how to make it last.
All these late nights seemed like a good idea—
Baking and listening to Christmas songs like Ave Maria.
The scrawny tree, it twinkles, brightly in the background,
With our goofy faces cast on every jewel-toned ornament around.
Packing, wrapping, cleaning—that’s what we should be doing.
Instead we’re in the kitchen inhaling Christmas in a Bowl, forget chewing.
Tomorrow morning early, we should be on the road.
If it’s anytime before 6:30, honey, please call a code.
Ok, fine. I’ll be serious for a quick second.
This has been a wonderful year, I reckon.
Only one semester left of grad school for the husband.
Match Day, February 24th, will tell us where we’re summoned.
I’m a tiny bit excited with a touch of bittersweet.
To watch our future unfold—I consider it a treat.
I forgot to mention one little thing…
Me and rhyming is like my tone deaf neighbor trying to sing.
Now you probably think this poem is super trite.
But what I really meant to say was—

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night! 

Have you noticed? Chicken Pot PieChicken Noodle SoupApple Pie.  I’ve been on a comfort food frenzy. And biscuits have been tugging at my pant leg for weeks now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was pregnant. Or homesick. I’m craving biscuits about as much as I’m craving some good ole family time. Living far away from home has its disadvantages—like living far away from home. The miles apart are long. And the days till Christmas vacation seem endless. I’m counting on these tender in the middle but crunchy on the outside comfort-filled biscuits to tide me over in the meantime. And maybe a Christmas cookie or two. Read more

The turkey is brining. The pie crusts are resting. The cranberries have popped. And the hearty bread is drying out for tomorrow’s stuffing. Our tiny home smells of sautéed onions and celery with whispers of sage and thyme floating about. 1920s music is rolling through the speakers. With a glass of wine in hand, I’m ready to celebrate. To celebrate all the blessings this year harvested. It’s time to give thanks.

Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family. 

It’s back-to-school time again. And it’s kinda a big year for us. No, no little ones on the way. It’s Kevin’s (aka graduate school husband) last year of graduate school. Next year, we leave for internship. Time flies. Three short years ago, we married, moved to Chicago, and Kevin started graduate school in hopes of becoming a clinical psychologist. Hopes are beginning to turn into realities. And I’m gonna have to rewrite the first paragraph of my bio. One year closer to dropping the sugar momma title! Read more

 
 
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