I remember 13 and obsessing over Martha Stewart the way other 13 year old girls obsessed over boys, or lip gloss. I loved crafts and I remember decorating my father’s poor house with black and white checkered wallpaper… re-upholstering our furniture, painting our walls blinding colors and ooh those Gypsy beads! He was so supportive! I couldn’t IMAGINE letting Kaeley create such a Jackson Pollack on my living room walls!
As a kid, HOPE seems so simple, our DREAMS seemed so reachable. Somehow and surprisingly I think they may be true to who we really are today. Except for then, our adult fears didn’t hold us back. I wanted to be Julia Roberts in the movie 'Stepmom'. A young cheeky photographer, who rolls up on the set, cool, collected and produces the next Gucci ad campaign! Ha!
When I think back, I loooooved making things… from mud pies in the backyard… to real pies in the kitchen. From messes to masterpieces I perfected the things I loved to make. Until one day, I was old enough, un-scathed by adult fears, I opened my catering business. It was hard, but it was something I enjoyed. No matter the back aches, burns or bruises the end result was soul satisfying. People were happy and they kept coming back. For me. For my food. For my creations. Thank you.
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