some foxy decorating inspiration Some people drunk dial ex-boyfriends, I drunk Etsy. My 4am misdeeds result in vintage pulleys arriving within 7-10 business days of said indiscretion, carefully wrapped in small town newspapers from Kentucky. Or naturally shed antlers found in Washington state. Or a flirtatious conversation with a lumberjack in Utah selecting the … Continue reading
genetic flaws, hair dye, and blondies My mother is amazing. I’m convinced she can pretty much do anything, from making my clothes to making me feel better. She has helped me navigate literary theory, piano scales, middle school, AP art class, cooking disasters, hair disasters, and the marketing materials I write daily. She ziplined … Continue reading
I read an article awhile ago somewhere that said when customer service call centers record you call they have triggers for expletives and vocal stress, this way, they can use it to train employees (this is what a really upset person sounds like), and notify management if someone is getting out of hand. It would … Continue reading
asia, apple pie, and emotional investment My mother may have told me not to put all my eggs in one basket, (the supermarket frowns on taking them out of the carton anyway), but my dad taught me to diversify: stocks and bonds, Fiat and Ford, oil futures and airlines, allocating investments to different economic sectors, different … Continue reading
don’t go baking angry There is no such thing as break-up cake. Because regret does not taste good. Smother it with sugar and cream and it still just tastes like disappointment. Failure causes chocolate to seize. Frustration causes the fat to separate and frosting to break. No good can come of baking angry. Hurt, sad, … Continue reading
The Boozy Bakeshop 