Well, here we are. It's the day before my birthday, and apparently tomorrow I'll be 59. Fifty. Nine. I'm not entirely sure how that happened, considering I'm pretty certain I was 35 about fifteen minutes ago. And yet, here we are. I've been sitting here today thinking about absolutely nothing particularly important. Just the funny …
One Chocolate Cupcake, Three Costumes, and a Little Kitchen Hocus Pocus!
Sometimes all a perfectly good cupcake needs is a fabulous costume change. Well, y'all, it's officially spooky season, and apparently even my cupcakes have decided they need costumes. And honestly? I can't blame them. I've always believed that a good chocolate cupcake can hold its own without a single fancy thing on top. Give me …
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So, I’m Writing a Cookbook. Now What?!…Apparently, having a dream and knowing what to do next are two entirely different things…
I have a confession to make. I'm writing a cookbook. Well, technically, I've been talking about writing a cookbook for quite some time. But now I'm actually doing it. And y'all, I have discovered something. Apparently, writing a cookbook involves a whole lot more than knowing how to cook. Who knew?! Now, don't misunderstand me. …
You Can Take the Girl Out of Texas…But You’re Not Putting Walnuts in Her Banana Nut Muffins!
There are a few things about being a Texas girl that apparently never leave you. And one of those things is a very strong opinion about nuts. Pecans, y'all. PUH-KHAHNS. Not pee-cans. And certainly not walnuts. Pecans. I mean, for heaven's sake, the pecan tree is the official state tree of Texas! We learned that …
The Scone That Built My Bakery
I never opened Flour Blossom Bakery intending to become the scone lady. Actually, if you had asked me what I wanted the bakery to look like in the beginning, I could have told you exactly. Cute. Whimsical. Girly. Pink. I had a very specific vision in my head. And then I started actually decorating the …
💛I Don’t Want to Reinvent Myself After 50. I Want to Finally Become Myself💛
Apparently, I'm supposed to be reinventing myself. The problem is that I don't think I want to. There’s a lot of talk about reinventing yourself after 50. New career. New body. New wardrobe. New hobbies. New goals. New me. And listen, I understand the sentiment. There's something wonderful about realizing that reaching a certain age …
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Why Is Everyone Dreaming About Homesteading Right Now?
Maybe it's just my algorithm. Or maybe half of America really is trying to buy a few acres, plant a garden, get some chickens, and learn how to make sourdough bread. Either way, I get it. Because lately, I've found myself dreaming about it too. And when I say dreaming, I mean dreaming. I've planned …
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The Cart Isn’t the Problem
One of the things I've always loved about blogging is that it's a place where I can be honest. Sometimes funny. Sometimes sarcastic. Sometimes Southern enough to solve life's biggest problems with sweet tea and butter. Today isn't one of those days. Today feels a little uncomfortable. I've never talked much about mental health because, …
I Am Officially at the Age Where…
I don't know exactly when it happened. There wasn't a birthday that suddenly changed everything. Nobody handed me a membership card or sent an official notice in the mail. But somewhere along the way, I crossed into a new season of life, and lately I've been noticing all the little signs. For example, I am …
I Miss My Bakery But I Don’t Miss That Version of Me
Lately, I’ve been missing the bakery. Not in a “let’s reopen tomorrow” kind of way. Not in a regret-filled, spiral-down-the-rabbit-hole way. Just in a quiet, nostalgic, flour-dusted kind of way. I miss the creating. I miss walking into a kitchen before sunrise and knowing that by noon, there would be something beautiful sitting in a …
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