Simple Girl

During the course of my entire life, I have been invited by friends to two concerts. And by concerts, I mean music written post-1960 and not performed by middle schoolers.  They were 1987 - Echo and the Bunnymen (we're not friends anymore) and 2011 - Journey (I had no idea that people my age still dressed liked that).  So when my sister-in-law suggested we take the girls to see Taylor Swift, I had no idea what to expect.  After waiting almost an entire year for this sold out concert, the question became:  What do we wear?  I decided to pop into our local Justice.  If you have pre-teen girls, I know you've shopped there! The store clerk was decidedly helpful.  She told me not to buy anything at her store, but to go to our local Michael's, buy some $3 T-shirts and make our own concert shirts.  Since it was Taylor Swift's "RED" Concert Tour, the color was decidedly obvious.  Three dollars?  OK.  I'm in! Start by printi...

I didn't make these.  But that's not the point.  The point is that I think I could have made these!  It's not often that I find really cute cookies that I could possibly duplicate at home.  But these?  Maybe! Here's how I would do it...... Buy or make some rectangular shortbread cookies. Frost them with Dark Chocolate.  I know, they used black, but I have an aversion to black frosting.  I think it goes back to my childhood when Black Jack Gum was all the rage. I'm so glad I don't have an older brother! Outline the chalkboard in melted milk chocolate or melted Peanut Butter Chips! Use White Chocolate to pipe on the letters.  Do you see a theme here?  I'm a firm believer in cookies that not only look good, but taste good! But for now I'll just ignore the store clerks at the fabulous Kowalski's Market , carefully arrange the wrapped cookies and take pictures of them.  Because that's what people with iPhones do. :-) H...

Yesterday was Labor Day.  The Official last day of summer.  I apologize for my unplanned blogging vacation.  Please forgive me!  I'm blaming it on our move north.  This is why.  When I lived in The South, summer would come and I would secretly dread it.  Legs sticking to car seats, ice cream that couldn't make it from the grocery store to home, taking the kids to the pool every day and being forced to don a swim suit, ninety days of pony tails.........  It was too hot to go for walks.  Too hot to go to the park. I was completely happy spending my days inside blogging, longing for October when I could finally open a window and breath some fresh air. Not here. Somewhere between July and August we hit the perfect days of summer.  It's not that I stopped doing anything blog-worthy, it's just that I stopped spending time posting it.  In fact, I stopped checking my email, never looked at Twitter and even, much to my children's chag...