Sunday, November 22, 2015

Water Shoes

     A certain incident happened to me the other day in which had me wishing I had my trusty old rain boots once again. It was pouring down the wrath of Poseidon as I dashed my way to my car.... avoiding puddles was like trying to drive down a narrow street with potholes every few feet. And just when I thought I was safe... SQUASH! Yup exactly the sound of my small, and completely vulnerable to water Moccasin flats made when I stepped into a deep puddle. My pretty and fluff filled Moccasins suddenly became water shoes. 
     I looked down in disgust at my cold and now wet feet as drops continued to pour down on my head. Where are my rain boots when I need them?! I now wobbled my way to my car and with every step, my soaked shoe would squish up cold water and ooze it up my heel. Let's just say the drive home wasn't the most pleasant in my now Moccasin water shoes. 
     I went home and you guessed it... ordered myself a pair of rain boots. Oh yea and what's the first thing I did with them when they came? I JUMPED IN A PUDDLE... and I really jumped and twirled and stomped in it. It was almost like taunting the puddle, I had my protection now and I knew it wouldn't get me wet like the last time. 
     The whole point of this story? Well I thought it was quite funny now that I think about it, but also sometimes I think we need to accidentally step into a puddle to realize what we need. It isn't until we do that, that we really truly go out and get what we need so that we will be ready for the next time. 

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

More Than Skin Deep

     This short story was included in a book I recently read... and I thought it was so beautiful and heartwarming. We chase beauty that is clearly seen on the outside, but many times the beauty that is yet to be revealed lies on the inside. This story showed that the true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive. 

     Houssaye wrote, "Tell me whom you love... and I will tell you who you are." In which can also translate to what we love in our lives. I hope you enjoy this story... the end totally surprised me! 

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. 

Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II.

During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.

When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive...

I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat.. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. 

The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. 

This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. 

"I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

Monday, November 2, 2015

Dark Romance

     I love the look of a glamourous dress paired with an intricately detailed Venetian Mask. It almost whisks you back to a time when they had fancy balls and would pair the masks off with beautiful gowns. There's just something about the masks that holds some mystery when someone is wearing it...a mystery in which then unfolds as only their eyes are revealed. I took some photos of my sister the other day among the beautiful Autumn colors... enjoy and happy Monday! 

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Recipes | Homemade Flan

      I'm a total dessert person and I love trying new recipes. Flan is a classic and really easy to make! There are many variations of this recipe in which coconut flakes can be added, Rum, Dulce de Leche, etc,... But I love this simple, sweet and creamy one the most. Make this at your next party and I promise you it will be a hit! 


8 Servings
Total Time: 1 hour 20 minutes

1 cup white sugar
3 eggs
1 (12 fluid ounce) evaporated milk
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk


1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).

2. In a medium saucepan over medium-low heat, melt sugar until liquefied and golden in color. Carefully pour hot syrup into a 9 inch round glass baking dish, turning the dish to evenly coat the bottom and sides. Set aside.

3. In a large bowl, beat eggs. Beat in condensed milk, evaporated milk and vanilla until smooth. Pour egg mixture into baking dish. Cover with aluminum foil.

4. Bake in preheated oven 60 minutes. Let cool completely.

5. To serve, carefully invert on serving plate with edges when completely cool.

Recipe via