A Big To Do

Do you know that feeling when you have your hands around a bottle of soda and you shake it so hard that you can feel the plastic start to swell? The feeling right before the top goes flying off? There is a brief moment of pause, like a calm before the storm.  I’ve been that plastic bottle for almost 2 1/2 years now.

Tomorrow is my last day at the Auguste Escoffier School of Culinary Arts.  I enjoyed my time there, but after almost 2 and 1/2 years of encouraging students to follow their dreams and pursue their passion… it is time for me to do the same.

I’m not sure what will happen next, but it’s a big deal for me to step away from all that is familiar.  It’s the first time I have taken a step with out a Plan A or Plan B.  I am terrified of the unknown, and even more scared of failure. I just know that the top is off and I am ready to explore life without a plan. Life with creativity.  Life with music.  Life that is stress free.  I know the things I want and want to do.  2013 seems like a good time to get ‘er done.  I didn’t make a “New Year’s Resolution” this year, but I did make my “To Do” List and now that I will have my biggest one checked off… There are only good things to come.

IMG_0787Thank you to each and everyone of you that helped me find my strength to take this leap.  I couldn’t have done it without you.


Baby Steps with Baby’s Breath

I have said it before and I will say it many more times… I want to have a farm when I grow up, but for now I am limited to the confines of apartment living. I grew up on a small homestead where my father bred day lilies.  In my teens, he introduced me to the exquisiteness of Georgia O’keefe’s work, ever since I’ve been intrigued and captivated by the beauty of flowers.

I have always operated under the philosophy when living in an apartment: if a plant can live here,  I can live here. In my apartment now, I struggle to keep plants alive.  My living room has a large sliding glass door to lets some light in but my bedroom only has one window.  The window faces the parking lot, so as you can imagine to avoid giving neighbors a show, the curtain is always drawn. I realize this begins to raise questions, should I even be living here? (Probably not. I fully intend to bust out like its Folsom Prison once my lease is up.) But until then, what can I do about my cave of a bedroom?!


My solution: dried flowers. Maybe it was an impulse buy at my local grocery store, reaching for babies breadth like I knew what to do with it. When I went home and tied the bouquet up with twine and hung it on a nail in my outdoor storage closet.  I kept my fingers crossed for two weeks and… Viola! Dried flowers!  I slid the baby’s breath in a tall decanter with a display of old jars,bottles, and tins and problem solved: Flowers in my bedroom!