Shattered flaky thin crust. Handheld pizza. Familiar. The crack of a perspiring can. Crisp white wine. Obligatory cheers. New. Wrinkled white tablecloth. Unpretentious picnic table. Collected flowers. Random vases. Unbreakable plates. Just right. Read more
Sun-kissed cheeks. Chalk-laced hands. Overgrown grass. The greenest of greens and the bluest of blues. Grill-charred chicken. Watermelon wedges. Paper plates. Impromptu dinners. Sprinklers. Thunderstorms. Skinned knees. Fireflies. Mosquito bites. Aloe vera. Light-hearted living. Late night sunsets. Water-beaded glasses. Cocktails on the porch. Cheers with your neighbors. Summer, I love you. Read more
Make a simple dessert special—pair a glass of earthy Cabernet Sauvignon with a square of salted toffee dark chocolate.
This is my wintertime dessert uniform. Sweatshirt included.
Crisp temperatures. Cozy couches. Comfort food. Lazy weekends. Sideways sun. Mug filled hands. Red tipped noses. Chunky knit socks. Blue faded jeans. Apple cider donuts. Wood crackling bonfires. She’s back in full force. Hi, Autumn.
Keep extra cool these last few weeks of summer. Instead of serving sangria the traditional way, on the rocks, create a frosty drink by blending it with ice. Sangria Pops are another refreshing idea!
News: I’m excited to announce a partnership with Seven Daughters Wine. Let’s clink to that! This is the first of several collaborative posts.
There’s a point at which we become adults. I can’t pinpoint when exactly it happens, but inevitably, it does. We pack away the toys, paint our rooms neutral, turn off the cartoons, and start tuning into the news. We trade school days for work days, doodle-laden notebooks for to-do lists, and long summer breaks for “long” weekends. Though we may be more buttoned up compared to our younger selves, one thing is true—adults need popsicles too. Read more