I'm a 30 something married girl who recently moved from Los Angeles (where I did time acting) to a small town in Washington in search of a more rural life. It's a huge change, I guess I'm like Zsa Zsa in Green Acres.
I love to cook and entertain. And I absolutely love to bake. And cake decorate.
I've started my own Etsy shop called House Of Lucien where I sell fabulous vintage housewares. I sell only items I absolutely love, and you know, food just looks better when served in a beautiful fashion.
"When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself." ~ Wayne Dyer
Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it. ~ Helen Keller
"Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come." Carl Sandburg
Complain all you want. It’s like railing against the pounding surf. She only grows stronger and more powerful. Her ear-shattering tones louder and louder. We KNOW she can’t cook. She shrewdly tells us so. So…what is she selling us? Really? She’s selling us satisfaction, the smug reassurance that mediocrity is quite enough. She’s a friendly, familiar face who appears regularly on our screens to tell us that “Even your dumb, lazy ass can cook this!” Wallowing in your own crapulence on your Cheeto-littered couch you watch her and think, “Hell…I could do that. I ain’t gonna…but I could–if I wanted! Now where’s my damn jug a Diet Pepsi?” Where the saintly Julia Child sought to raise expectations, to enlighten us, make us better–teach us–and in fact, did, Rachael uses her strange and terrible powers to narcotize her public with her hypnotic mantra of Yummo and Evoo and Sammys. “You’re doing just fine. You don’t even have to chop an onion–you can buy it already chopped. Aspire to nothing…Just sit there. Have another Triscuit…Sleep….sleep….”