The Never Ending Project


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When I graduated college with my degree in Interior Design I always thought that I would be designing Frank Gehry like architecture while running around the city with my fancy tiger shoes…I graduated in the worst economy since the great depression. I was lucky, unlike most of my graduating class who couldn’t find a job in design or anything, I found a job a tax office. For three years I worked on tax returns and walked my bosses dog. Eventually I left to go and work in private equity and private banking. INSERT ‘THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA’ STORY LINE HERE. Lesson learned, for the past year I have been at a product design company managing social media platforms, customer service, blogger outreach and whatever else is needed. I like my job, dare I say it. (I have fun). But the best part of my job is it has inspired me to be creative again and work on my house.


When we bought the house the living room was a warm yellow. Not a bad color, but I hated it. So almost two years after buying I was finally inspired to paint. Two coats of white paint and I was ready to pick samples. Seven samples later and I narrowed it down to four then one! I am happy to report the living room is painted and I am now ready for the next project!! (I am also in the process of painting my kitchen, designs for an ice cream light fixture, yard plans, art for the living room and bedroom…Oh my.) This is the never ending project…

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream


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“I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream” Remember yelling that song at the top of your lungs when the ice cream truck would pull up? (Ahh, I was an obnoxious child) That exciting moment while you were begging your Mom for a treat, and scrambling for quarters in the couch? Fun times. Or you had a rough day on the playground and your parents would treat you to a scoop?

Ice Cream is still the same great thing. Maybe a little fancier with Sorbet or Three Twins while binge watching Netflix. But it’s still the same. Even though you’re a grown up it’s magic and makes your world a happy place. :)

Rocking chairs and plums


My Grandparents have rocking chairs on the front porch of their Victorian house. The kind that you imagine when you think of Grandparents sitting out on the front porch. Complete with drinking tea, Grandma talking on the phone to one of her kids and Grandpa yelling in a word or two. And most importantly rocking away the afternoon.

I still dream that we will be like them sitting on the porch with my iced tea and kindle but more importantly you would be by my side. This month has been the hardest of my life. I sit in a daze at work when I should be adding more boards to Pinterest or commenting away on Facebook while I remember the raw painful words that shook me to the fucking core. I know that we are one of the lucky ones to have found a love so pure, deep and soul shaking. As I walked around the yard with you while you planted plum seeds from the backyard I can only hope that one day we will be that lucky to sit on the porch and rock the time away.

Andy Warhol Banana Bread


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Mushy brown bananas. EWWW. I am not a fan of mushy over ripe bananas. The taste, texture and smell, ugh. Can’t stand it. I realize that some people love bananas, I’m partial to them. I only really like them in Grape Nuts or in Banana Bread. Not smoothies, fried or sitting on my kitchen counter for days.

Eventually I got over the gross factor of these bananas and they took on a life of their own. The Andy Warhol Banana. See it? RIGHT!! After I stopped taking pictures of mushy bananas I made Banana Bread. And that is how you get Andy Warhol Banana Bread.


Friday Dreaming


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My dream car since I was 16 has always been a VW Beetle. Seven months ago I quit  my corporate job in the financial district with no job prospects in sight. In fact, I quit with no notice and never checked the job boards. I couldn’t stand another day of pencil skirts and ‘Devil Wears Prada’ demands. As crazy as it was, it wasn’t. Instead of waking up with the usual feeling of dread, anger, migraines, and gut wrenching stress I was free.

After my second and final interview with the company I’m with now, I went to Home Depot. I saw my dream car in the parking lot. Beetle, blue, convertible even down to the bumper stickers. When I saw my future car I knew that I would get the job. It’s silly, but I just knew it.

Did I mention that I work on social media most of the day? Or that I am my boss’s assistant and spend the other part of my day either going to Williams Sonoma, finding the uses of mayonnaise or looking for amazing bloggers?

Feeling Groovy, Happy Friday!

Biking and Blackberry Pie


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A few weeks ago my boss let me borrow her bike with the hopes that I would ditch my car and bike to work. Given the fact that I work 4 miles from home, I should. Instead I ride my bike around the neighborhood, scared to go out on busy roads (I’m really just intimidated by a BIG hill) Round and round I go.

Except now that it is Spring time the neighbors are out mowing their lawns, weeding the garden or sitting on their porches. There is one neighbor who likes to sit with her son and chat (i.e. gossip about the neighbors) On my fourth lap around, I heard her say “There she goes again, round and round. Where is she going?” Perhaps its time to conquer that hill.

Right before the gossipy neighbors, I realized that I have been slacking with my baking. Or the subtle hint from Andy Man “You haven’t baked in a while”. After the over heard comment, I went home determined to bake. I quickly whipped up a Blackberry and Peach Pie. ABSOLUTE EPIC FAILURE. The pie was mush, perhaps it’s time to stop slacking and get baking? :)

Happy Marshmellow Face


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Happy Face

During college for some odd reason I decided to become an RA. Thinking back on it, I have no idea as to why I would choose to do that. That was truly a stupid decision on my part. I think I decided to do it because one of my roommates drank my all my juice again and the other decided to get a pet snake. I was out of there.

My attempt at marshmallows was as big of a mistake as this. I wanted to make marshmallows and bring them in for my co-workers. Seriously, marshmallows are supposed to be easy to make, like chocolate chip cookie easy. I should know better, I am terrible at caramel and marshmallows. It was one chewy, gooey sticky mess. The only thing that survived this mess was my happy face in powdered sugar for Andy Man.

Happy Monday marshmallow face.

Apple tart tuesday


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Apple Tart

Its been a tough year, and I realized the financial district is not for me.

I will no longer:

Be screamed at by Partners because the deal fell through. (Buy an auto tune, that way when you scream I can laugh at your silly voice.)
Dust your invisible dust.
Be lectured for your mistakes and take the fall for them.
Not eat all day for the fear of missing a task from a managing partner.
Get your luke warm/room temperature, not warm, not cold, but a tad boiling water. (I still don’t know what this is.)
Be told to sit in your parking spot so no one will take it. (Yes, I thought this was a joke. This is one of many reasons why I wish you had an auto tune voice. I probably shouldn’t have laughed at this one.)

To all the screaming partners in the financial district: eat some dessert. If there is one thing I have learned it is this. I become a hungry hungry hippo if I don’t eat when I need to. Please take my advice. You must be a little low on sugar, cause your tad bit grumpy.

Back with blueberry bread


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Andy Man made a very valid point last weekend.

“You haven’t baked in a very long time.”

Point taken. I am back and baking with Blueberry Bread!


Hippie dippie


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My inner hippie is silently smiling and dancing in circles to Bob Marley right now. In reality, I am sitting at my desk in corporate finance. Obviously, I hide my inner hippie dippiness for the weekends.

While on my lunch hour at work a few weeks ago I came across this idea for Indigo Dye Napkins. My inner hippie screamed with happiness, while I maintained my cool and calm corporate composure. The kit is very straight forward and super easy to use.


Once soaked, you submerge the fabric in the solution for 1 minute. When it first comes out it is green and blue. Not to worry, give it a few seconds and the air will oxidize it and eventually turn blue. Once you cut off the rubber bands off you can see your groovy designs.


Andy Man definitely does not have an ounce of inner hippie in him. I tried to get him to fold the fabric or submerge it in the solution. For some reason he refused. Instead, he watched from the screen door. The look on his face clearly said “Wow, my wife is a hippy”. And now we have pretty tye dye napkins for our kitchen table!


Happy inner hippie day!


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