Racing stripes are cool, right?

Let me start out by saying that I absolutely adore the woman who cuts my hair. I’m going to call her…Megan. (Not her real name but shorter than typing ‘the woman who cuts my hair’ every time I want to reference her.) I’ve been going to Megan for the past 4 years and every time that she cuts and styles my hair, it looks amazing.

Until she accidentally cut a bald spot into my hair.

I know, right?

Ok, not completely bald. A baldish spot.

Oh, Megan.

I went in for my six-week cut (because seriously, when you have short hair, you have to be diligent) and we were chatting like always, catching up and having a laugh. Megan was trimming up my pixie cut above my ear and all of a sudden she stops and says, “Oh my God.”

I’m pretty sure that all the color drained from my face. “What’s up?” I say holding a smile. She tells me that she’s cut my hair a little shorter than usual on one side and I’m all like, pssssssshhhhhhh Megan, no big deal, it’s hair, it’ll grow back.

Vanilla Ice with racing stripes

Y’all, it looked like I had 1980’s racing stripes cut into my hair. Not even joking. I admit, I kind of panicked. Panicked like “Oh shit, how can I go into work with RACING STRIPES cut into my hair?!”

I mean, that’s not very professional.

Or is it..

No, no it’s not.

Megan was devastated but I kept calm and told her that really, it will grow back. Probably in a week because my hair does tend to grow fast. She nodded and started to fix it. Like hardcore-staring-at-my hair fixing it. It was pretty intense for about 10 minutes and then Megan took a deep breath. I knew it was fixed.

Like I said, she’s awesome at her job and it perfectly so you can’t even tell. And believe me, I have another appointment scheduled with her in exactly six weeks.


Hog Wild About Local Meat


Hey all, check out LouieNu’s blog. She a local Louisville gal with a ton of great tips and information. You won’t be disappointed.

Originally posted on LouieNu:

Less total fat, saturated fat, and cholesterol. More omega 3’s, vitamin E, C, and beta carotene. No added hormones or antibiotics and better taste. Need I say more? Ok, I will! Increasing your purchasing/consumption of locally-raised, grass-fed meat provides benefits for not only you, but also for the earth and the animal. I will spare you the pictures of factory-raised animals (we’ve seen the documentaries), and I’ll spare you the chat about injected drugs and unnatural feed. We know it’s awful, and that is why we LOVE our local meat farmers!

I recently took at a trip to Rainbow Blossom Natural Foods Market to grab our meat for the week. Rainbow Blossom is one of multiple retail locations that carry local meat product. (See list below) This week I went with some ground beef, Italian sausage, and bratwursts.

Rainbow Blossom

Rainbow Blossom on Lexington Rd.

Meat Selection I spy meat from Dutch Creek Farm , Foxhollow…

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Lessons in 2013

2013. What can I say? This year was amazing, in more ways than one. I took a chance on a new job, which I loved and then was promoted to my dream job. I gained a new nephew this year (he’s adorable by the way) and my family and friends are healthy. Wimbly is still my sidekick and rocking it out at the ripe old age of nine, and yes, he still acts like he’s only two. ( I feel like we probably have a long time together.)

The best part though? The best part is that for the first time in my adult life, I feel like me.  I know who I am and I am completely comfortable it. You know, sometimes our lives take these paths that you think that will get better, and it never really does. And it’s so hard and it wears you down. You can’t figure out who you really are supposed to be because you are always worried about someone/something else.

So I stopped. I stopped it all and got rid of the negative and let me tell you, that made a HUGE difference. I love my life and I wouldn’t change a thing about it. I like only worrying about me – it’s very liberating and I feel like I can breathe. (And at times, I am breathing a sigh of relief.)

The most important part? I am so unbelievably happy.

Thank you, 2013. You are the best.

2014, I am looking forward to meeting you.


Numbers 6 through 10 of 30 days of art

I love this exercise, but boy, I’m running out of ideas for quick sketches.

Maybe I just need a cupcake…you know, for inspiration.


Here are drawings six through ten:

Number-6- art-30-days-birds


p.s. – I love this one

p.p.s. – I’m completely biased


For Halloween, I went as Roy Lichtenstein’s “Drowning Girl”. I figured my face counted as my drawing that day. I also had that back ground (Painting Number 2) strapped to my back for the complete painting effect.




30 Days of Art (Or what I’ve been doing lately)

Ever since I was little, I’ve always loved art. In fact, I decided that I was going to be an artist when we had to fill out our “What I want to be when I grow up” kindergarten books. (It was a toss up between artist and astronaut.) When I would get sent to time out (shocking, I know) my mom would have to take any paper, crayons, pencils, pens, anything I could draw with because I was perfectly happy to be sent to my room where I could draw without interruption.

I went to college and got my Bachelors of Fine Art. Which made me so proud because people always kind of looked at you like you were crazy when you said you were going to school for art. (Plus, my dad was an art major and I just thought that was the coolest thing ever.) So of course, I amassed this insane amount of art supplies. Over the years the supplies had been packed away with my sketchbooks and I would get them out once in awhile but not on a consistent basis.

Earlier this month I found all of my old art supplies – I was so excited. It was better than Christmas. I decided to try to draw something every day, over the next 30 days. Really as an exercise so I could get back into it and I’m glad I did. It’s made me extremely happy.

Here are the first five:






I’ll post the next five in a couple of days!

Knitting is like therapy. Kind of.

Awhile back I had gotten these knitting cards that specified in delicate stitches like lace and all that. I thought whoa, these are too advanced for me, because I basically knew like three stitches and gave my friends lumpy scarves as presents. Plus, I used to be a stress case and I would knit at night to zone out and decompress.

And my friends loved my lumpy stress scarves; I’m sure of it.

Anywho, I was excited about these cards and then I moved to Louisville and forgot I had them. But then about a week ago I found and LOOK WHAT I MADE!!

Vineyard Stitch Knitting

I am beyond happy with it. It’s not done yet, but when it is I will post a picture.

Thank you Miley Cyrus, for making me old

OK, so it’s not like it’s a huge secret – I don’t particularly care for Miley Cyrus. Now before all the Miley-ites start in (or whatever they are called) I’m sure she’s a nice person…? I personally don’t care for her voice.

[Plus, I think she’s annoying with her voice and her face….just in general. But I digress.]

I had heard some chatter on the radio and other media outlets about some lines in her song called “We can’t stop” (I just had to look that up to make sure that is in fact, the name of that song). One line that had some people very upset was the lyric talking about dancing with Molly.

And I’m all like, so what? She is dancing with her friend Molly at a party. I mean, what is the big deal? And then someone said it was a reference to drugs and I thought that’s ridiculous. That’s like naming crack cocaine Bailey or Margaret.

So I looked it up on Google and you guys…it’s totally a reference for drugs. I mean, what? When did that happen? When did people start naming random things with people names? Am I the only one who didn’t know this and just thought that Molly was Miley’s dance friend?? So now I feel totally old. I’m the lady that has to look up 20-something slang on the internet to know that they are saying to me.