When I started our DIY kitchen renovation in December, I quickly realized I had no idea what I was doing.CONTINUE READING
In December I had the bright idea to start a kitchen renovation. On a whim, really, and with no true idea of where to begin.CONTINUE READING
I love when home reno timelines fall together unexpectedly.
We had no intention of tackling our kitchen this soon, but after purchasing subway tile backsplash on sale on black friday, our gears (well, my gears) started turning.CONTINUE READING
For months now, I have been racking my brain trying to figure out what to put on the empty wall by our front door.
As a woman, having girlfriends I can depend on at every stage of life is a blessing. I truly have some of the best, most selfless, friends anyone could ask for.
That is why when Justin and I began planning our wedding there was no question on who I would ask to stand at my side on the happiest day of my life.
I didn’t want to ask these women to be in my bridal party in any simple way, though. I wanted to make it special and do something to demonstrate how thankful I am for each of them.
Being the DIYer that I claim I am, I did many Pinterest searches for “Will you be my bridesmaid?” gifts. There were a lot of great ideas that popped up, but the one that stood out most was a wine bottle with a personalized label for each lady.
It was something that would be fun for me to easily recreate and it would be a gift that my bridesmaids could keep and display in their home (if they want).
Several months ago while my best friend was visiting for a weekend, we spent Sunday morning watching Food Network. Honestly, this is something I do every Saturday and Sunday while I sip my morning coffee. However, on this particular day when Em was in town, my girl Trisha Yearwood was demonstrating how to properly care for a cast-iron skillet and showing how versatile cast-iron skillets are by crafting recipes such as hash browns with cheesy eggs and avocado, country ham carbonara, and buttermilk strawberry skillet cake with strawberry whipped cream.
As I sat drooling at the TV, I realized I had to have a cast-iron skillet. According to Trisha, they are a staple in any Southern kitchen, and tradition states that a woman is often given her first cast-iron skillet as a gift — like a right of passage — usually by her mother. Trisha’s mom gave her, her first skillet.
Well, I am all about some traditions, but unlike Trisha, my mom isn’t here to gift me my first skillet. Hell, even if she were alive, she still wouldn’t give me a skillet. She spent as little time in the kitchen as possible; it was my dad who did 90 percent of the cooking in our house and I have never seen him use cast-iron cookware. Continue reading “Adventures in cast-iron skillet seasoning”