Cuckoo for Coconut

Inspired by the Birthday Fiesta in this cute gal's blog, I was moved to buy sweetened flaked coconut, buttermilk and break out the sifter. My parents were on their way to visit and, well, what a better time to hang out and eat cake?

Cast of Characters:


This is what happens when one has been dieting for far too long


Buttery whipped-ness!


The AGA succeeds once again!


Voila!


And, it tasted sooooooo good. Dense, decadent, creamy....just perfect.


I'd be lying if I said I wasn't considering just a wee little small sliver for breakfast. Mmmm, coffee cake.

Here's the recipe if you are as inspired as I was to re-embrace your love for coconut! xo

Five Fifteen

Its been Four long years since we gathered all the paperwork together and began this pathway to parenthood.


Finally it is starting feel as though we are in the final stretch of the longest of Ultra Marathons. Tired, thirsty, calloused and maybe hallucinating a bit, we keep looking forward. Because, as long as we keep putting one foot in front of the other, we will make it to the end.


Which, really, is only the beginning.

(buttercup polaroid pendant is made by The Tiny Fig - and is adorable! And, yes, I have one!)

Amazing Grand-Mother

My grandmother, my father's mother, was the woman who tapped into my creative energies. One of the first things that we would do once my folks dropped me off at her home for my week-long summer visit (back when Olivia Newton John was a regular on Dick Clark's Top 40) was to hit the craft store. Decoupaged paperweights? Knitted clothing hangers? Painted Mrs. Butterworth bottles? We had them all covered...and well.

In between trips to the roller rink and the drive in, we drank many cups of sweet coffee and went through our fair share of Mod Podge! It was a sticky, fun time.

So, when I hugged her that day...just about a week ago, in fact.....all of that special-ness and all of that love was a little dizzying. The fact that I get to hug my nearly 95 year-old grandmother so tightly and so dearly is overwhelmingly fortunate and, well, dizzying.

What could possibly be better? If my beloved grandmother could hold my daughter so dearly, so tightly, so loveingly.

I will hope with all of my heart.

Happy Mother's Day. Full of hope. Full of love. xoxoxxoo