The Cat’s Meow : April

It’s already time for this month’s Collection of Things to Purr Over!

^ this Baroque necklace would fit right into my wardrobe

^This amazing table scape is what my dreams are made of!

^I can’t wait to use this tutorial from The Painted Hive!

^I seriously want these winged Adidas ballet flats— you only live once, right?

^This wood pallet dining table is calling me!

^These handmade books by Natalie Stopka are absolutely stunning! I can’t wait to have a space where I can focus on my craft again.

^I’m super into this retro inspired look right now!

Have you found any drool-worthy goodies lately? I can’t wait to turn all the inspiration I have found lately into something tangible!

My (Possibly) Lucky Sweater

I’m not a superstitious person. I’m generally not even a little stitious (ba-dum-chee!) but I can’t help to think that this sweet Old Navy cardigan I thrifted is some sort of good-fortune magnet. Evidence: I’ve worn it to the last three interviews I’ve had and subsequently landed each job— the most recent being offered to me within the first ten minutes of meeting my (now) new boss! 

So by now you’re probably asking:

“Don’t you think hard work and experience is what gets you a job?” or

“Wait— don’t you already have a job that you love?” or even

“Why is this your third job in eight months?”

To which I would reply:

No. Absolutely not. It is completely reasonable to empower inanimate objects with magic instead of taking credit for your hard work, dedication, and talent. Or

Yes, I do have a job that I love— which is what has inspired me to accept a job I think I will love even more! Or

Because a girl’s gotta live! Duh! Or, more honestly, because I finally decided to pursue what I love full time!

So here’s the details: In a whirlwind of fate, I discovered the Nashville branch of the bakery I work for was hiring. So although I LOVE my current job, I decided to at least entertain the idea of applying/interviewing. (I mean, after my love affair with the city, how could I not?) I put in my resume and everything else is kind of a blur. I talked to my boss about transferring and although she would be sad to see me go, she was extremely helpful and let me know I had her support.

purse: Mom’s from the 90′s 

A few days after that I got a call to setup an interview for the next day. After talking to the manager in person for ten minutes, he offered me a full-time baking position on the spot! I tried not to squeal with delight as I penciled my start date into the calendar, but I am sure I was still beaming from the inside out!

The next day, my partner got offered the job he had been waiting to hear back from. So in one week’s time, my entire world got turned upside down and all our plans went out the window! Now we are furiously trying to tie-up all the loose ends here before we can make our much anticipated move to Music City. 

locket: vintage / gift from my mom 

Even though all of this has been a stressful process the last few weeks, at times I can’t help but think about how lucky I am. But just stating that makes me so upset because it really does negate all of the effort I have put into actively pursuing my dreams. Landing this job was not something that just fell into my lap— it was a conscious decision. I decided I wanted to work at a bakery. I sought out and learned the necessary skills to get an entry level position. I continually asked for feedback and criticism from my boss and coworkers. And then I decided to pursue an opportunity for vocational, personal, and financial growth.

shirt: thrifted / belt: kohl’s / corduroys: GAP / wedges: Ciao Bella from DSW

 Although it can be nice to think that luck has something to do with success, I know this outfit probably only went so far as to influence my confidence when I interviewed. Even if it’s cheesy, the quote “I’m a great believer in luck, and I find the harder I work the more I have of it” really applies to my life lately. I’m really excited to see what the future holds and I’m ready to own my accomplishments. I’ll just save my “luck” so I can test it on something just as crazy— like the lottery!

Mid-Century Manhattan

I am completely smitten with these photos of Don Draper’s apartment! If that name isn’t familiar to you then it might be because you don’t watch the show Mad Men. But no shame from me, I’m like the only person I know that doesn’t watch it, either. I just stumbled across these set photos and can’t stop thinking about them! The fact that I am moving soon coupled with my interior design background just makes me want to curl up in this apartment and call it home! The mint doors, circle rug, striped hanging light, sunken living room, perfect L couch, and funky spice rack are just a few of my favorite details. Do you have any favorite design elements from the 60′s?

Photo credits: AMC (via latimes)

A Rosy Little Birthday

This week I made these cupcakes as a special order for a friend! His mom’s birthday was coming up and the request was simple (or so I thought): 24 red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. I really wanted to forgo the food coloring and make the cake naturally red, but I tried several recipes out beforehand and failed miserably each time (more details here). So I decided to try out a boxed cake mix just to see what they were like.

Turns out they were moist, a little chocolatey, and super red. I am not ready to give up on RV just yet, but I am still not sure what the hype is about. Honestly, I’ve come to the conclusion that red velvet is basically just an excuse to eat cream cheese frosting! Which, I think is generally way too heavy, so I beat mine for a ridiculously long time so that it had an almost whipped consistency to it.

Overall, I think these cupcakes actually tasted great, but I had the most fun decorating them! I am learning so much about working with fondant and gum paste, but I am still so far from being any good at it! I can’t wait to look back at my photos and recipes to see all the progress I’ve made days/weeks/months/years from now— it’s going to be so rewarding!

I used this video tutorial for the roses (mine just have less petals). Do you have any experience with either red velvet or fondant? It seems I picked two pretty tricky things to combine all at once!

Diagnosis: Music City Fever

When I woke up at 4:30 am last Saturday it wasn’t my intention to end the day sweaty, tired, and in disbelief from learning that I can bike 36 miles per hour.

It all started off when Nick and I packed up our bikes and drove to Nashville for some fun with friends. I’ve always had a soft spot for Music City, but I really fell hard this time around. We spent the whole day on bikes: in Centennial Park, seeking out food, cruising the Art Crawl, and then finally attending the Saturday Night Sprints.

I’m pretty much the least competitive person I know, but after seeing my friends and peers consistently bike upwards of 30mph, I just couldn’t leave without testing my own limits. So I signed up and soon found myself perched on a bicycle trainer, waiting to pedal as fast as I could to go absolutely nowhere.

As I waited for the sprint to start, I thought about where I was this time last year: bruised up and hobbling around the house after being hit by a truck while cycling.

That was when my anxiety about biking fast had started. I was always a cautious cyclist, but after that collision, well, let’s just say I rarely biked hard enough to even break a sweat. For the last year I have cruised around town as the slowest cyclist I know— continuously alert and perpetually trying to anticipate every terrible driver’s unpredictable move.

But here I was: alive, healthy, happy, and far away from any moving cars. I was surrounded by my best friends and finally prepared to face my fears. The countdown started and 3. . . 2. . 1! I was off! I have never moved so fast in my life! My legs burned. My chest tightened. My body was covered in sweat. But I was alive. And I was biking. And that’s all that mattered during those 18 seconds.I didn’t think about how I sat on the pavement the night I was hit, screaming about the fact that I couldn’t move my leg. Or how angry I was at the driver who turned left into me. I just looked down at my legs—  amazed with each rapid pedal stroke at how many miles they have carried me the last year. Amazed by how freeing it is to be able to depend on your body to get you where you’re going. I just pedaled my heart out, amazed by the fact that I was even alive.

I lost the race that night.

After high-fiving all my friends and drinking about a gallon of water, I climbed on my own bike and headed towards the car. I reveled in the nearly empty city streets and let the evening air cool my face as I pedaled through Nashville as fast as I wanted.

Cycling through Music City that day revived my love for bikes. I let go of my fear of going as fast as I wanted, my automatic grudge against every driver, and my resentment towards each road that wasn’t paved with bikes in mind. It all weighed too much and it was literally slowing me down. I cycled happily through the brisk night and envisioned myself actually living in Nashville someday: learning the streets by bike and navigating on my own. I fell asleep that night with a sense of peace and woke up the next day with a mega crush on Music City and a desire to just pick up and move.

Photos courtesy of Ryan Green
(view all from the sprints here)

Apple Pie Yeast Braid

If I were Dr. Frankenstein then this bread would be my monster. It’s a mashup of a few of my absolute favorite recipes. The first is a yeast bread that my best friend, Shannon, introduced me to. She taught me how to make it almost a year ago and I’ve only just now got around to baking it again. If there’s one thing we love most about it, it’s how easy it is to customize. It originally calls for apricots and almonds but I have never actually made it that way. I had a hankering for my favorite Apple Pie Coffee Cake but I wanted something a bit different, so I decided to combine the two recipes into one great big masterpiece. (You might remember this cake from when I tweaked it to make my lemon blueberry version.) So with a little vegan science and some improvisation I was soon on my way to a potluck with the prettiest bread I’ve ever made!

Look how proud I am! If you think this recipe sounds good (then you’re right!) but you’re nervous about making bread, then all I can say is . . . DON’T BE! It’s not as intimidating as it sounds and this really is the perfect beginner recipe. (It just looks way fancier than it is!)

The dough is the exact same recipe as the original. But for the inside I used one can of apple pie filling and a little bit of a sugar + spice mixture I created. The mix is equal to:

1/2 tsp cardamom + 1/2 tsp cinnamon + 3 tablespoons turbinado cane sugar 

Just sprinkle a little bit on each 3rd of dough before you spread the apple pie filling. (You should have enough left to cover the top of the loaf.)

I accidentally  rolled my dough out a little too long which means I didn’t have much to “fold over” so I pinched it together instead.

The pinching technique proved to be a rather messy one that worked to my advantage since I wanted to coat the loaf with the remaining sugar + spice. I had some trouble with the strands coming open while braiding (since I shoved so much filling in them!) so I flipped the whole loaf over once I was done braiding, that way if they split open during baking then the top would remain intact and pretty. So after I braided the strands it was nice and gooey and I just sprinkled the mixture on top.

Just bake for 40 minutes and voila! A delicious (and rather impressive looking) loaf of my very own creation: Apple Pie Yeast Bread.  

If you can, wait for the loaf to cool before slicing. If not, then make sure to eat it with a huge scoop of your favorite vanilla bean ice cream! Because what’s better than dessert bread? Dessert bread a la mode, duh!

circle plate: vintage / aluminum ruffle platter: HandPicked, Inc.

Have you ever made bread before? I’m a beginner but it’s becoming one of my favorite things to bake. . . thanks to this recipe!