Pink Saturday! Cameo Magazine

Happy Pink Saturday! Take a spin with me through some vintage Cameo magazines. I stumbled upon these romantic home magazines from Australia and knew that you ladies would enjoy these. I will be putting these in my Etsy shop soon. And its you I'm thinking of because I knew you NEEDED these magazines.

Lovely bedroom with pink all over the place.

Can you imagine the state of relaxation you could achieve in this pink haven? A quick trip to IKEA for that pink couch and you could be well on your way to your very own pink retreat!

The creamy yellow on this apron just makes those delicious dashes of pink stand out even more.

This reminds me of the shell and button wreaths Cindy has made over at My Romantic Home.

Is your table really complete until you have a pink cloth for it??

Will I look like these gorgeous ladies and be surrounded by a bed of pink roses if I use Tea Rose perfume? I hope so!

And here is my favorite shade of pink. I love the romance of this picture!

Are these magazines not fabulous? I mean it ladies, you would love these magazines. They are from the mid-90s and yet the romantic ideas still feel so fresh and lovely.

TWD: Dimply Plum Cake=YUM

Happy Tuesday once again, one and all. Today we have the Dimply Plum Cake. Which I ALMOST DIDN'T MAKE. After last week's debacle I didn't know if I had another challenge in me and for some reason "Dimply Plum Cake" sounded like "Darn this'll be Plum hard to make Cake" or something. So glad I persevered! This is DELICIOUS. Seriously people, I will be making this again.


First, please allow me to wax poetic over my butter picture. I am so proud of this picture. That top chunk there just happened to fall and land on its point just as you see it here. What luck! It brought a little bit of beauty to an otherwise ordinary day. (And now I'll wane with all the poetry)



A bit of the finished cake. It was SO pretty...and it smelled SO good...and I was SO pleased.



Andy as "Dimply Plum Turtle". He wanted me to point out how his shell is just peeking above the water just like those little plums...what, you say you got it? I told him you would, but he insisted.

Wee bit sinister, no?

As you can see I bought black plums because they looked prettier for some reason than the red plums, and I didn't see any Italian Prune Plums, though I was looking on Sunday and Monday was the OFFICIAL first day of fall, so I was probably jumping the gun. Italian Prune Plums are known for their punctuality (is that a word): neither early nor late.

There was some debate as to how many plums one could stuff on top of this cake. As you can see I got 12 halves in there in comparison to the 16 Dorie says she usually uses. Though I do want to point out that the picture in the book looks suspiciously like there are only 3 plum halves in a row. Anyway, I wanted a plum for breakfast so I am making the excuse that I could only fit in 12 halves.

I followed the original recipe as written. I did include the cardamom (man, that stuff is expensive! I'll be looking for excuses to put cardamom in everything just so I can get my (x-number) dollars worth out of it (sorry for the censorship...hubs might be reading this...babe, seriously just don't ask how much it cost...its better this way)).

And now for the gory facts of life: all good things must come to an end. My small group and I set upon this pretty little number before it knew what happened. They were SO impressed with how pretty it was, and they all seemed to find it tasty. There was a suggestion that I take the skin off the plums before cooking next time as they were difficult to cut with just our forks.

Make this cake. It is simple; it makes an impressive presentation; it smells delicious; it tastes even better; it is great for breakfast. If you are so unhealthy as to eat cake for breakfast. No further comment.

Pink Saturday! Atlanta Edition

Good Pink Saturday morning, everyone! What a lovely day for a little bit of pink in your life, right?

This past weekend hubs and I ran away to Atlanta for super quick trip with some friends of ours. They had never been to IKEA (What?!?! You've NEVER been to IKEA?? You must go!! Right after you see my fifty-leven Pink Sat pics!). By the way, I'm not shouting the word "IKEA"; that's how they spell their name, all caps.

But first we made a stop at the Georgia Aquarium. SO cool! Definitely go if you get the chance.


Here's a jelly friend from the sea to prove there's a bit of pink in all of us.

After that we hopped over to the World of Coke (also fun and you should go) and, boy, was their gift shop FULL of the pink stuff.



Even hubs found a little something. Heehee; he's gonna get me for this picture.

Lots of cute t-shirts...

(I'm not exactly sure what's going on with the pictures...its creative placement, right? :) )

Teeny, tiny coat!

Teeny, tiny pants!

This was my favorite item in the "teeny, tiny" category; its a "Polo" bear shirt! Haaaaa!

(No, wait! Don't leave! I promise not to be corny anymore!...today at least...)

And on to IKEA!

Love this chaise

Look at this striped chair!

What's that? You say that you knows its Pink Saturday, and while that floral print to the left there looks definitely red, you'd still really like to see it? Well...

Ok! Fab chair, no?

Sigh...yes, can I have that pink couch please? Make that 2

You know I gotta try before I buy!

Let's let that last picture be a lesson: please don't tuck your chin when you are having your picture taken, unless you'd like 2, possibly 3, chins with that silly pose...yeesh...

Happy Pink Saturday!

A bit of Halloween fun

I love getting mail! Even if its something I ordered and knew was coming there is something SO exciting about taking that package inside and ripping it open.

I especially love ordering items that I find on Etsy. Recently I received something I ordered from Scrappy Jessi's Etsy store. First I have to show you how cute the outside of the package was: stickers, messages and a custom address label

Here's what I found when I got that box open. Look at all the her personalized goodies! The cards with her logo gave this package a professional feel as if they came from a cute boutique...which I guess they did!

Jessi makes these fun pieces using Scrabble tiles and tile trays. She has all sorts of themed tiles at her Etsy site. I saw a Halloween tile she made for someone and asked her to make me one, too.

Love it!

(Click on the picture to get a closer look)

I think this little bat is my favorite part.

Go check out Jessi's website and all the cool stuff in her Etsy store...before I get there first and buy it all!

TWD: Chocolate Chunkers!

Tuesday again! Hi there, Dorie! We're back!

This week we tackled the "Chocolate Chunkers". One look at the picture in her book, and I knew these would be good.


Do you get the same feeling when you look at my picture? Ha! Really you should get the feeling that these are the lonely specimens of baked dough that came out of the oven actually looking sort of like cookies. These were not the breeze that last week's Chocolate Malted Whopper Drops were.

Wait, what I meant to say was: I decided cookies shaped foods were passe this week and found Dorie's suggestion that these be crumbled over ice cream much more compelling, so I just skipped right to that part: crumbles.




First off: the chocolate roster. If I remember correctly there were at least 19 ounces of chocolate in this dough: 6 ounces of semisweet plus 1 ounce unsweetened melted first thing; 6 more ounces of semisweet, 6 ounces of milk or white and come cocoa powder added in later...dang! Dorie basically took a chocolate bar, threw some raisins and peanuts in there and melted it all together. Why I didn't think to do that before...

In which we meet the beginnings of a luscious cookie dough...

And somehow the luscious factor is cranked up even more...

So since I ate all that dough in the previous picture, do you think I could just make little piles of the mix-ins on the cookie sheet and come up with something yummy still??

OK, I'm just kiddin! That dough was in fact under all those mix-ins. A girl can dream though, right? Dorie says that once the chunky bits are in there will be more of them than there is dough. To say the least, dear readers.

At this point there was a hitch in our thus-far flawless plan. I had to be somewhere and there was no time to bake the cookies. No matter; Dorie assured me that the dough could sit in the fridge for up to 3 days. Several hours later I came back home, turned on the oven and pulled a rock-hard chunk of cookie stuff out of the fridge. 19 ounces of chocolate, remember. I basically had a giant Chunky bar (remember those?)...this did not bode well for me ending up with cookies. I decided to leave the dough out and bake the cookies the next day.

At the appointed time the dough was still not feeling like behaving, so I basically took a pile of dough crumbs and mix-ins and mashed them together as tightly as I could into cookie-type shapes and quickly put them on the cookie sheets before they could fall apart...or at least just before they fell apart in the oven.

The turtles knew something was wrong...

Andy wouldn't come near me...(he's hiding behind his plastic island with the plastic palm tree)

Abby gave me the turtle evil eye if there ever was one.

(Am I starting a tradition with these turtle pics...is that annoying?)

Here we have a nice pile of Chocolate Chunker dough that has been warmed slightly and left to lie where it may. Oh, I was so frustrated...while this stuff tasted good, the few cookies I did end up with were ugly as could be. Wonder what I should have done after chilling the dough to end up with actual cookies that stayed together? Next time I'll plan for a time I can bake the dough right away.

In the meantime, where's that ice cream?

Pink Saturday! Such a good day...

Can you believe its time again?? I sure can't!




Today I am sharing a precious vintage hat I donned for a delightful lunch at the Victorian House Restaurant in Blue Ridge, GA. (Wow, that's a silly expression on my face...)


Several college friends and I met in Blue Ridge for a mini reunion weekend in August (we alternate between the mountains and the beach every year). I spied the Victorian House while we were rambling down Blue Ridge's cute down town shops; I knew I already loved tea rooms, but wasn't sure if my friends would be interested. Another friend suggested lunch time was at hand and the tea room was calling her name, I heartily seconded (that's not a word...) the motion and in we went for a delicious lunch (crab cake quiche with fruit for me) complete with hot tea and some of the BEST apple pie I've ever eaten.

If we didn't try on every single hat in the place we surely put forth our best effort. I guess I didn't help with that effort much because I found this little cutie and didn't take it off until they refused to sell it me before I left. Sadness...

I'll never forget you, Cute Pink Hat That Surely Would Have Changed My Life Should I Have Been Allowed To Have You As My Own.

September 11, 2001

I walked into the student center at Agnes Scott College just before my 9 am World History class and caught a glimpse of the big screen tv on my way to grab some breakfast from Molly's Grille. Yet another story of bad news, a tall building with smoke billowing from the top. I didn't even pause to find out where or what, just assumed there was another building on fire some place, big deal (let's me know we've all heard too much bad news when more bad news doesn't affect us much).

I got to class and, still not understanding what was going on, was confused by low murmurs of general unrest as some of my classmates and my professor said something about a building being damaged and wanting to find a tv. We gathered our books and trooped to the library to find a tv. Finally, while my classmates and I watched the story unfold, it dawned on me why this particular disaster was something that I should care about: airplanes, hijackers, buildings, innocent people, my country.

Class was dismissed and while many of my classmates sought out their friends, I headed straight to my room to be alone. I still didn't have a strong handle on what was going on. I called my dad and sat in the tv room of my dorm watching the news with him. I had just missed the second plane's crashing into the World Trade Center and can't imagine what it was like for those who watched it happen live.

Our school community was diverse with students from various racial, ethnic and religious backgrounds. I feel blessed to have had muslim classmates to talk to at the time. They were just as shellshocked as the rest of us, but they also had to be afraid for themselves as our country's more ignorant citizens lashed out at anyone perceived as the enemy.

Air traffic was shut down across the country that night and several of us went to the soccer field to lay on our blankets and look up into the Atlanta night sky where not one airplane could be seen. It was surreal...not one airplane anywhere. That doesn't happen at any hour of the day or night in Atlanta.

I never want to forget the men and women who either risked or lost their lives in an effort to save others in the World Trade Center, in a plane over Pennsylvania, at the Pentagon. Or the way our country pulled together in so many ways in the days that followed.

Psalm 121:1-2

I lift my eyes to the hills-where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.