DIY Coffee Scrub


When I was young I was quite a tomboy. I didn’t have even a passing interest in fashion or beauty until I was about sixteen, and it didn’t really come to a head until a few years ago. So you can imagine how bored I was when, at about 12 years old, my mom took me to a class on making your own body scrubs.

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Pumpkin Spice Creamer

Pumpkin Spice Creamer

I am obsessed with the pumpkin syrup from Starbucks. The second it became available this year (and last year, and probably the year before that) I was in line waiting to get a grande iced coffee with nonfat milk and 2 pumps of pumpkin syrup. All of the flavor, none of the guilt. Double win. Continue reading

Doctored Cake Mix and Funfetti Doughnuts


A dear friend of mine was having a birthday, and I so wanted to make her some homemade funfetti birthday doughnuts. I love giving baked goods to people, leaving them with full bellies and smiling faces, but as it does, life got in the way this week, and I was left with the sad reality that I’d have to bust out a boxed cake mix for these things.

Boxed mixes are mega convenient, but let’s be real, they have like, an eighth of the flavor that a homemade cake does. To combat “boxed cake taste”, I’ve started doctoring up ingredients on the back. The three things you’re likely to find on the back of a boxed mix are eggs, oil, and water. Blandsville, amirite?

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Chalkboard Notebooks

I’ve always loved back-to-school week. Not because I loved school, but because I love stationary and pens and pencils, and going into something feeling very organized. Whether or not I stay organized is a different matter.

Anyway, had chalkboard paint been a thing when I was a kid, I can assure you, everything I owned would have been covered in it. As it was, I was a child during 90s and Lisa Frank RULED MY LIFE. Erasers? Had ‘em. Trapper Keeper? Had that. Folders, pencils, giant box with all the stationary and stickers? Mhm. I had allll the things.

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Party in a Jar

Goose and I live apart. Faaaar apart. This far, actually…

California to England


I know.

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