Baking is sacred. Its methodical measurements are therapeutic. The precision required to ensure that one baked good is as close to perfection as possible is a challenge. A challenge that somehow calms me and makes me appreciate the end result that much more.
Last week, I walked into Lush to restock some of my bath bombs (which I love!) and got a little sidetracked by the fresh face masks. I haven’t tried much of Lush’s skincare, but I was intrigued by the masks displayed on ice.
I love to eat. Eating is one of my very favorite things to do. Not eating just anything, however. I love eating made-from-scratch, expertly prepared, innovative yet not scary, delicious, artisanal food. But, what I love even more than eating, is cooking.
I remember being a little girl, sitting on my Mom’s bathroom floor, watching her put on her makeup. I remember watching her precisely apply her eyeliner. I remember her shades of lipstick. And I remember being fascinated.
I never thought I’d be in San Francisco for five years. When I moved to the City by the Bay in July of 2009, I honestly thought I wouldn’t “make it.”
Over coffee with a friend last week, we talked about how quickly time passes. We agreed that, as we get older, our concept of time shifts.
It’s always around this time of year when we all tend to get a little reflective. A little hopeful. And a lot determined. We tend to recap our previous year, wrap it up in a little box, discard, and then focus on planning for the upcoming year.
Four years ago, I made the best decision of my life. I packed up my apartment in Colorado and moved to San Francisco – a city I had fallen in love with the year before. Little did I know, it wasn’t just the city I’d continue to fall in love with.
I’ve been thinking a lot about social media lately. I know, you’re probably thinking, “Well, that’s good because it’s your job.” But social digs much deeper for me than just my job.