Do Kindness, Recklessly. @lexienoelleundem
Fall is hands down my favorite season for crafts. Something about the leaves changing and the air getting crisp makes me want to pull out the paint and sit at the kitchen table with the kids. We’ve done our fair share of Pinterest fails over the years, so I’ve gotten
Every November I tell myself we are going to do something really creative for Thanksgiving decor, and this year we actually followed through. I love making a holiday craft part of our tradition, and finding something the kids genuinely want to sit down and make is always my goal. This
Fall is basically begging you to slow down, gather your people around the table, and make something cozy. Turkey feels like the obvious choice this time of year, but I know what you might be thinking: turkey is complicated, turkey is dry, turkey is just for Thanksgiving. I’m here to
October hits and I turn into a completely different person. Shane would absolutely confirm this. One minute I am a normal human being making school lunches, and the next I am standing in the Target dollar section at 8am with a basket full of foam pumpkins and googly eyes wondering
Every year when September rolls around and there is finally a chill in the air, I get this overwhelming urge to nest. Like, drop everything, pull out the throw blankets, and make our house feel like a warm hug. I am talking pumpkin candles burning, soft lighting in every corner,
Every year I tell myself I am going to do some elaborate Halloween dinner, and every year I end up staring into the fridge at 5pm wondering how I got here. This year though, I actually pulled it off. We made three totally spooky, totally delicious Halloween pizzas that had
Halloween is one of those holidays where the drinks honestly steal the show just as much as the costumes do. Between the spooky colors, the bubbling cauldrons, and the creepy garnishes, a good Halloween drink can transform your whole party spread from “cute” to “okay we are fully committed to
Okay, so this espresso martini is obviously not for the kids. I repeat: this is a grown-up drink, made after bedtime, enjoyed while Shane and I pretend we are sophisticated adults who do not spend our evenings negotiating with a six-year-old about why she cannot sleep with seventeen stuffed animals