Monthly Archives: January 2013

A Chocolate Must*

*ache What, you might ask, is the best thing to do when you happen to own a moustache lollipop mold? Especially if you happen to also be in possession of some colorful cocktail stirrers and a wealth of sprinkles, as well!  The answer is clear, mes amis! It’s time to make yourself some magnificently mustachioed chocolate popsContinue reading “A Chocolate Must*”

Felt the [g]LOVE!

I recently stumbled upon a few pairs of soft red gloves inhabiting the last lonely sale rack of a post-Christmas seasonal apparel massacre. I couldn’t just leave them there. As a born and raised north-easterner who has ample experience with nor’easters, I quite justifiably love gloves. Then again, the practical among you might protest (andContinue reading “Felt the [g]LOVE!”

The Beautiful Day Remedy

Occasionally, in the whir of daily life, it is easy to lose track of the small things that are so lovely about being alive. If you, like I sometimes am, are feeling cooped up or even just slightly stifled by the routines to which you remain relatively faithful, I have the perfect remedy. via StepContinue reading “The Beautiful Day Remedy”

Pink Cake

Today is a berry-flavor kind of day! Sometimes, when you need to make something deliciously dessert-y, you just don’t feel up to the sexy-levels of chocolate or the stickiness of caramel, am I right? Lets face it, sometimes the last thing you want is MORE hot(t) or sticky! Welcome to the summer desserting dilemma . .Continue reading “Pink Cake”

I Can’t Even Clap and Sing At The Same Time…

Okay, maybe with The Stellas for parents, you’re a shoe-in for the genetic talent lottery, but I still cannot stop my internal jaw-drop when these girls start singing. At the ages of 8 and 10, Maisy and Lennon Stella are showing up a lot of our top musicians as far as raw talent goes. Plus,Continue reading “I Can’t Even Clap and Sing At The Same Time…”

You’re what the French Call . . .

Les Misérables… Having seen the movie three times now, and having officially cried the first two, I have finally reached the point where I can laugh about Les Mis jokes… I’m not sure if this is progress, or if I am becoming emotionally jaded. If nothing else, it’s proof positive that that one of theContinue reading “You’re what the French Call . . .”