Sunday, November 16, 2014

Pumpkin Spice Makes Katy Real Nice

I. LOVE. THE FALL.
 
Sweaters, boots, scarves, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Pumpkin Spice Lattes.
 

....but for real.
 
So when I was young...okay like four years ago...I used to HATE it when my mom and sister would take me in a home decor store. The phrase "let's go in Kirklands real quick" got quite the moan out of this one. They would always say 'just give it a few years' but I didn't believe them. There was NO way I'd ever be interested in home decorations.
 
HAH. I was so so wrong. Hobby Lobby is now my happy place.
[I mean how can you not smile at this?!]
 
Three years ago I started my Christmas decoration collection, but it wasn't until last year that I really started on the fall decor. My dad and I went to the Hob Lob and created a good looking starting point, and then my mom and I went back this year and added to the loot.
 
Here's something I had to accept: my house will not look as beautiful as my mother's overnight. Decorations ain't cheap, so it's going to take time. As in years. (sigh) Anyways, I took a day off work this year (that's a rarity) and put my fall decorations up (with about 4 Bath and Body Works candles burning). I might be biased, but I think it's a pretty good start :)

 
 
We've covered decor, but a HUGE part of why I love the fall is THE BAKING. I love baking year-round, it's quite the stress reliever, but when your ingredients start incorporating cinnamon, nutmeg, and pumpkin pie spice....things get infinitely more exciting.
 
I was not having the greatest day at work one day and the boyfriend (commonly referred to as "Jeff") sent me this picture of my surprise pick-me-up!!
 
[What can I say? The boy knows the way to my heart!]
 
 A lot of blog posts over the next two-three months will likely include trial recipes from these magazines. I try tree new recipes over the holidays (usually Thanksgiving week), and I can already tell you the brown sugar coffee cake on the front of that magazine is going to be one of them!
 
Alrighty, that's all I have for today. Random fall happiness.
 
Until next time,
Katy
 
 
Monday, November 10, 2014

The Original Initial Blog Post

Here's the thing: I really don't like the first blog post. I mean, there is quite a bit of pressure on this puppy. Do you give your life story? Talk about your dreams? Share where you are currently in life? Where you came from? Where you want to go? I mean REALLY.

I'll keep this initial post short and sweet so I can get to the good stuff. Instead of telling you any of the above, I'm just going to tell you some of the idiosyncrasies of Katy Reeves...

  • I kicked cancer in the patootie. To read all about that journey, grab a few hours, several snacks, and click here.
  • I'm obsessed with coffee. Why is this an idiosyncrasy, you ask? Because my favorite part about coffee is that first sip.....before you brush your teeth. Y'all, that cool minty freshness of toothpaste ruins everything. I will make coffee for my commute and sneak in a couple sips before I brush the tombstones just for the 'first sip experience.' More or less, I'd have to agree with Folgers - it is the best part of waking up.
  • My closet is color-coded. By sections.
  • I found my dog on the streets, yet raised him to be quite the high-maintenance little fella.
  • I've never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich
  • If I'm really stressed out and working late, I will wake up an hour early just to watch an episode of TV and drink coffee in bed.
  • People call me "dramatic"...but I prefer "passionate."
  • If I were a color, I would be purple.
  • My life dream is to be a country singer but I break out in hives when I have to sing in front of people. It's a problem. I'm aware.
  • I sleep with a heating pad year round: summer, winter, spring, and fall. I am NOT the "find the cold spot in the sheets" person. I never want to find the cold spot.
I'm sure there are more - and I'm sure I'll divulge them to you later - but that's good for now. Congratulations, people. We have survived the first blog post.

Until next time,
Katy