A New Calling

I've been a lady of leisure for about a week now and am savoring my last, very last, moments of it as I sit at the window table of a charming coffee shop down the street from my house. It's a sunny and crisp fall day. My drink (iced coffee) is cold and my chunky, cable-knit sweater, warm. I'm not really doing anything. Just sitting here. Listening to music. Thinking. Watching the cars drive by. Observing people who are working hard. Feeling thankful that I am not. You may think that sounds boring, but my friend... it is not. It's wonderful. It's leisure. Leisure. LEISURE.

Throughout my life (less than a week) of leisure, the days have unfolded something like this...

Wake up at 7:30am. Look at my phone. Fall back asleep. Wake up at 9:00am. Stretch. Think about things. Get out of bed at 9:30am. Heat water for pumpkin chai tea. Think about things.  Drink tea. Thumb through Food & Wine and Vanity Fair. Look through Instagram. Think about things. Look out the window. Get out of my pajamas. Get into workout clothes. Eat an apple. Drive to the gym. Think about things. Workout from 11:30am-12:30pm. Go to Target. Peruse the aisles trying to determine what I need. Decide where I want to stop for lunch. Sit down for a solo (and very healthy) lunch. Think about things. Go home. Shower. Take a nap. Wake up. Think about things. Put on fresh workout clothes. Drive to neighborhood coffee shop. Sit in the coziest spot available. Surf the internet. Think about things. Text. Listen to music. Think about things. Take a photo of my coffee. Post said photo on Instagram. Head to the grocery store. Decide what sounds nice for dinner. Buy groceries. Stop at the liquor store for wine. Drive home. Cook. Sip wine. Eat dinner. Read. Brush my teeth. Get in bed. Read. Think about things. Fall asleep.

Repeat.

It's exhausting. You have no idea, unless you're a Lady of Leisure and if you are, ugh, isn't it exhausting?! I swear I've never been a nap person, until I became a week-long professional LOL. I've also noticed that you have SO much time to think about things. I had endless ideas on new business ventures, thoughts on weight loss strategies, visions of parties I want to throw, I remembered all of these volunteer opportunities I've wanted to be involved in and I came to realize that if we were all ladies of leisure, we would be such better people. Seriously. It's clear that to be the very best version of myself, I need quit my job. I highly encourage each of you, especially if you are a friend of mine, to join me in this movement and also join me for 11:00am workouts, lunches at leisure (wine encouraged!), and afternoon coffee.

Call me.

Brittany xo

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

Some years you go all out and some you're all in, comfortably at home. This year I've committed to nothing, made zero plans, and intend to ring in the New Year in my favorite jammies while taking in, one last time, my first Christmas tree and my cozy apartment in its holiday splendor. While Twenty Fourteen wasn't a year of change, it offered me much needed consistency after years of life spent on the road. The year included extended trips to St. Louis to be with my family, less work and more personal travel, fun friendships both new and old, continued adventures in Colorado, and the best of all, the birth of my first nephew, Brooks Frederick (Auntie Brittany, adores him!). What's especially exciting as I enter the start of this New Year isn't so much a fresh start as I couldn't be more thankful with life where it stands, but the uncertainty of what could bring so much change. Twenty Fourteen, thanks for bringing balance and a baby boy. Twenty Fifteen, I welcome all of your challenges, professionally and personally. Cheers and thank you to all of you who continue to follow me on my journey, I wish you the most success and happiness in 2015!

-xo

Super-Secret Family Recipe Christmas Chocolate

Each year as December unfolds, I look forward checking the mail...not to see if any packages have arrived (yeah right, that too), but to see if any Christmas cards have arrived. You know the cards, they typically feature a recently engaged or newlywed couple, families with new babies or children who've been in six or seven years worth of cards, even the family animals (love those!). These seasonal cards fill me with laughter and smiles and bring an added warmth to my holiday decor. This year, I wanted to send a Christmas wish to my friends and family, but was confident it shouldn't be a photo of myself walking through a sea of Aspen trees in my fall best, so I decided to put on my baking cap (crock pot lid) and send out edible Christmas cards. Wouldn't you rather eat chocolate made by yours truly than see another picture of me?! 

*It must be said...this is the easiest candy to make...in the entire world. You do not have to be a confectioner or skilled in the kitchen to make this, you just need to know how to turn on a crock pot. Seriously. I really hate admitting that this is not a difficult recipe, so just don't tell a lot of people, okay? If anyone asks for the recipe, say it's a super-secret family recipe and it cannot be shared. 

Christmas Chocolate:

Ingredients

• 16 oz unsalted peanuts 
• 16 oz salted peanuts
• 12 oz semi sweet chocolate chips
• 12 oz milk chocolate chips
• 2-10 oz peanut butter chips
• 2-lb white almond bark - or vanilla candy coating

Recipe

• Layer all ingredients in large crock pot-start with peanuts and add the rest 
• Turn pot on low and cover with lid
• Leave for 2 hours then stir to combine
• Cover and leave for 30 minutes
• Stir and then spoon mixture onto wax paper or non stick aluminum pan
• Let harden at least 1 hour
• Break into pieces

Turning the Chocolate into Send-Worthy Christmas Cards 

• Go to any craft store and you'll find an assortment of cute bags, tins, and boxes to place your chocolates in
• Pick up gift tags and a marker to write your Christmas wish (the smaller the tag, the less you have to write!)
• Choose a ribbon that coordinates with your gift bags (you'll use the ribbon twice: first to tie the baggie holding the chocolate and second to tie the gift bag and secure the tag)
• Place chocolate inside cheap sandwich bags and tie with ribbon
• Place wrapped chocolate inside gift bags
• Secure tag with ribbon and close the gift bag
• Put on your Santa hat and hand out to local friends and family (so fun and if delivered to offices most will bring you down office party snacks, bonusssss) 
• Box up and ship to friends and family out of town

{supplies}

{chocolate for days}

{ wrapped and ready for final packaging}

{merry christmas. feliz navidad. joueux noel.}

Wishing you a happy, happy holiday season and best wishes with your New Year weight loss goals!

Fancy Italian Croutons, To Impress Other People

What goes with bread? Butter. What goes with stale bread? Soup.

Here in Colorado, loaves of bread don't go far since they dry out in what feels like a matter of hours post purchase, which is probably a huge blessing for me in the long run. Since it's impossible (totally possible, I do it) to eat an entire loaf in one sitting and being the wasteful girl that I am not, I now like to turn my stale bead into delicious homemade croutons. I make soup weekly, but have never made croutons until last Sunday when I found myself less than one hundred percent (hungover) and staring at a stale loaf of bread, wondering how I was going to make it edible. Water to soften it up? Sick, this was no hot dog eating contest. Oven to warm it? Still stale and crunchy. And then...I thought of croutons, perfect.

What's hilarious is croutons are the easiest and cheapest thing you could ever make, but you'll look so fancy when you have friends over and they see you made your own croutons, "Ugh, she does EVERYTHING", they'll whisper.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you...

Fancy Italian Croutons, To Impress Other People

• 1 Loaf Day Old Bread (Colorado, just buy fresh, you guys I'm kiddding)
• 1/4 Cup Olive Oil
• Salt and Pepper
• Italian Seasoning-Basil, Marjoram, Oregano, Rosemary, Thyme, Garlic

I don't advise measurements on seasoning as I'm a total over-seasoner...ask my poor aunt who had to share popcorn with me last Christmas. I decided to use my secret popcorn seasoning recipe and I started showing off and went absolutely crazy. I ruined the popcorn and the movie because she got sick.

• Cut the loaf into one inch cubes
• Toss with olive oil and seasoning in medium bowl, make sure the cubes are evenly coated 
• Put the bread cubes onto a baking sheet and place in the oven 
• Bake approximately 15 minutes, size determines bake time (bake on all sides)
• Sprinkle lavishly on soups, salads, macaroni and cheese, lasagna, pizza, ice cream, etc. 

The great thing about making croutons is you can use any seasoning you wish such as garlic powder, onion powder, rosemary, lemon salt, or just salt and pepper.

Enjoy being a cook.
Enjoy being fancy.
Enjoy being a NON waster of bread.

Bon Appetit!

Leggings for Days

Leggings...so many feelings towards them. So many love them (moi), so many hate them (my grandmother), so many abuse them (no comment), and so many are unsure of how to incorporate them into their own personal wardrobe. I'm trying really hard to be more balanced and not wear them 6 days out of the week, but I love them. All of them. Standard, patterned, leather, stirrup, thermal, I own them all. My mother thinks I need more variety on my bottom half, but this post isn't about her opinion of my wardrobe. It's about you, because you need to get these leggings.

I've had a number of lady friends reach out over the years asking for suggestions on leggings and I'm here to share my secret... I don't have suggestions, I have one brand of leggings that I've been wearing for the past six years. I wear (drumroll) Zella, "Live In" leggings to both barre and yoga, but mostly everyday wear. They are the most comfortable, tight fitting, thick, durable, incredible leggings I've ever worn. They are thick enough that you don't look (or feel) terrible if your butt isn't completely covered (when working out, otherwise keep that tush covered), they aren't see through, and they're double sided (I like the shinier finish with the  Zella label on the inside, against my hip). A quick way to ruin your look or confidence is by wearing leggings that are made with thin material. Zellas, no matter where my weight stands, always make me feel confident because they're thick and tight which makes my legs appear much more toned. They're simply the best for casual, everyday wear.

How I style my leggings:

On Top: Always cover the butt. Poncho. Oversized Sweater. Long Fitted Tee. Oversized Scarf. Leather Jacket. Chambray. Any and All Sweaters. Layer. Layer. Layer.

On Bottom: Sneakers, Any Boot (Tall, Short, Rain), Ballet Flats, Any Flats. Do not wear heels with these leggings...keep it casual.

 I've had so many people tell me they can't pull off leggings and that couldn't be less accurate..for anyone. I've seen women of all sizes, shapes, and ages look great in leggings so go to Nordstrom and treat yourself a pair of Live Ins and get to layering, ladies!

Hello, November

Call me basic, but I love the fall. While I don't enjoy pumpkin spiced lattes, I'm completely guilty of uploading photos to  Instagram of my standard order (venti unsweetened, iced coffee with soy), ballet flats, and vibrant red, yellow, and orange leaves that cover the ground (it's pretty...why wouldn't you?). I proudly light my pumpkin candle in the early morning as I watch the news and drink my coffee and in the late (who am I kidding, super early) evening as I flip through Food &Wine and Food Network magazine in search of new holiday recipes. Yes, my choice of nail polish is indicative of the time of year (Lincoln Park After Dark, September-November) and yes, I got a LOB (long bob) at the start of the season to go with my infinity scarves and endless layers. I've also gone to a pumpkin patch, had a bonfire, and baked spiced bread.  ILIKETHENEWTAYLORSWIFTSONG. There...I said it. It's simply the best time of year and here is why November First is so warmly received in my home each and every year, before basic bitches were a thing and long after the new basic bitches are all about the spring:

• Halloween is Behind Us- Do not get me wrong. I repeat, do not get me wrong, I love October, it's a top three favorite month of mine. In fact, I love 30 out of the 31 days in October,  I just don't like the 31st of October. I gave one last ditch effort to get into the holiday this year and woke up on November 1st certain that next year will be less house parties, uncomfortable costumes, and devastating Uber wait times and more chili, wine, and scary (somewhat suspenseful) movies.

• The Holidays are Upon Us-Alas, the holidays are around the corner and rapidly approaching, it's time to start preparing and if you give yourself enough time, this time of year can be very enjoyable. The preparation (which is most the fun-shopping, recipe planning, decorating), reuniting with family and friends, continuing traditions, and of course the food. What could be better than cooking, eating, and being surrounded by friends and family? Nothing. In my family we have a tradition of going to see The Nutcracker ballet each December. It's GREAT inspiration (there's a very good chance you're heavier than every single person on stage) to not let yourself go entirely over the holiday season. Sometimes I need a gentle, but firm, reminder that I don't always not need a third round of pie sampler. I think it's important to taste each pie on the table, not all pies tastes the same, but it's also important to have practice self control and tasting twelve slices of pie is not control...in fact, it's out of control. 

• No More Force- It's no secret that I'm an FOF (forcer of fall). The first day of fall is each year at the end of September, but for me, fall starts one month prior at the end of August since it's close to September (and September is one hundred percent fall), and everyone knows that the "first day" of anything never really matters. I know all you summer lovers aren't waiting until the end of June to get your party started so leave your judgement at the pool. Being an FOF and living in Denver, where it's not unusual to have warm afternoon temps until late October which means that between August and October, I sweat a lot. Come November, I force no more.

Happy November. Happy Sweater Weather. Happy Looking Your Best Time of the Year. Happy Fall. Happy Shopping. Happy Layering. Happy Decorating. Happy Eating. Happy Parties. Happy Drinking. Happy Reunions. Happy Holidays. 

'Tis The Season, ladies and gents. Now lift your mulled wine mugs to that beautiful cloudy sky and cheers to the best time of the year. #blessed 

Simply Soup

What's your favorite food? Mine is pizza. I could eat pizza every...single...day, but I can't, so I won't tease myself into thoughts of of warm bread and chewy cheese more than once a month (okay maybe three or four times). One thing I do love, so very dearly, and will eat anytime my hungry heart desires is soup. My adoration for soup, more than likely, is a result of two things:

• My obsession with anything and everything related to being cozy-I make just as much soup throughout the summer as I do in the fall and dead of winter. Except chili, I try really hard to wait until fall to make chili so that doesn't come out until the end of August (which is fall)
• Bread and butter-Oh I have to live off one thing for the rest of my life? Fine, give me bread and butter. What goes better with soup than some B&B? Nothing...except a glass of wine..maybe...depends on the day. 

Making a huge pot of soup also eases the pain of cooking meals each night of the week, so on a typical Sunday I prepare a large pot and then have lunch and/or dinner for the next few days. As winter quickly turns to patio weather spring, and PWS turns to bikini clad summer, I've started to choose lighter recipes for our weekly meals. While at the grocery store a couple weeks ago I picked up the Jan/Feb copy of Food Network Magazine which featured "Yep, it's Light!!!", which is not at all what caught my eye, it was the delicious pot of soup on the cover, Meatball-Tortellini Soup.

Rarely do I come across a soup recipe that I don't feel the need to touch up by adding different broths, spices, sauces etc. This recipe was incredibly simple, inexpensive, fun to make, and DELICIOUS. I substituted spinach for kale since I had an abundance in my refrigerator and it was great. I also added freshly grated Parmesan cheese since I had a block on hand, not necessary, but oh-so good. Other than that, I made ZERO changes to the recipe. The craziest part? I didn't even feel the need to pair it with B&B! Baby steps...baby steps towards springtime patio margaritas in a maxi dress and my little black bikini. 

Fifty Shades of Pink

Do you like Valentine's day? If you were to ask me this question a week ago I would have shrugged and said "yeah, it's fine", if you had asked me on Friday night around 6:00 p.m. I would have been ecstatic and told you I LOVED it as I finished the final touches of turning my home into cupid's love nest covered with heart shaped love notes taped in various places, a tower of sweets that was better fit for a baby shower, and massive preparations for an unforgettable dinner made by yours truly. Believe it or not, I really don't care about this holiday all that much, what I do care about is any opportunity that involves decorating and cooking. So when I, oh so innocently, slipped out on Thursday evening to buy some peanut butter hearts for my beaux, I fell victim to the holiday decoration temptation section of Target and suddenly I was a woman on a full blown V-day mission. Heart shaped plates, and cookie cutters, and red dye, oh my! To Lululemon! To PaperSource! To Sur la Table! 

I'm going to share my Valentine's recipes with you, however, it must be said that I completely, one hundred percent, hate to admit, didn't have a choice, I work, I can't do it all, not all the time, half assed this since it was more for presentation purposes and was planned very, very last minute (less than 24 hours). SO, if you don't like to make anything from scratch, have no time, and /or no money...this recipe will be just perfect for you. 

Bang Bang Sugar Cookies: Buy a package of pre-made sugar cookie dough, spread flour on your work space, flatten out dough with a rolling pin, make shapes with adorable cookie cutters, bake, decorate with pre-made icing (cringing), sprinkles, colorful sugar etc. 

Cakes Cupped with Love: Buy a package of pre-made cake (chocolate) mix, prepare as directed on box (knife my heart), pour batter in adorable cupcake liners, bake, cool, ice.

**Icing-I purchased red food dye to mix with the white icing and had some fun creating different shades ranging from light to hot pink. I kept the cupcakes fairly simple, besides for some sprinkles on the white iced cakes. 

So there you are, a Valentine's day spread that was simple yet made with love. As for our dinner that evening, that was made with blood, sweat, and tears, but I'll save that for another day.

 xoxo

2.14.14

No Fuss, New Friend, Holiday Wreath Treat

Being the new girl has its perks...when you're in seventh grade. Being the new girl, the twenty eight year old new girl, who lives in a new city and works from home, the perks are, well minimal. It's been a real effort to establish a base network of friends and I've been on more blind dates with girls than I have with guys...this is not a joke. So when I was invited, by a new lady friend, to her annual holiday cookie exchange, although I had a million and three things to accomplish before I left for Charleston the next morning, I was not about to decline. Since this is the first time I've had to truly put myself out there in the world to make friends, I've learned a few things-the rules that apply to dating guys do not apply to dating (friend dating) girls.

New Girl Rule #1: Don't play hard to get. Every girl and her sorority sisters already have enough friends to fill a mall so if you get an invite, you get yourself pulled together and you go.

They say the key to a guys heart is through his stomach, but if your friends are anything like mine, you know the same applies to girls. My plan of attack was to bring Saint Louis to Denver with a hometown specialty, Gooey Butter Cookies (originally gooey butter cake, but can easily be made into cookies) that would surely win this group of girls over one bite at a time.

That night as I lay in bed thinking about my new girlfriends (yes I would more than likely leave the party with at least nine really close friends) and the happy hour spots where we would meet after work to complain about mountain traffic, the dry air affects on our skin, and the Broncos taking over Sundays, where we would celebrate my birthday in a few months, when we would take our first girlfriends trip to Napa,  and...and then I started to panic. One of the reasons I chose gooey butter cookies was yes, because it's a hometown specialty, but also because they take fifteen minutes to prepare (seri), but I realized that if I, the new girl, showed up with plain yellow cookies while every other girl had beautifully iced sugar cookie cutouts of Santa, snowflakes, and snowmen, I would totally be seen as the girl who put zero effort into her cookies...which I so am not. I half ass nothing (besides a barre class here and there) and go overboard always, which I love because I take pride in my parties, presents, and my home, but hate it because it's expensive, exhausting, and makes my boyfriend cringe when I suggest having people over.

The next morning while I spent two, not so glorious hours, trying to fix my faulty printer I decided I wasn't going to the gathering. I was furious with myself for thinking I could show up with stupid yellow cookies that had nothing to do with Christmas, the girls would probably think they were yellow snow or elf vomit cookies. Who shows up to a Christmas party with reindeer pee cookies? Sick.

As I soaked in a bath and sipped my hot chocolate I realized I was on the verge of no showing the only holiday party I was invited to in 2013 and if I wanted to be invited to more than one in 2014, I needed to go.

I went to the grocery store and rummaged the aisles in search of something to make the cookies appear more festive. A tin can with candy canes? A couple of glass ball ornaments to place in the corners? Some poinsettias to set on the tray? I had nothing and I needed to be at the party in exactly one hour including get ready time. As I was on the verge of round two calling it quits, I remember the special Christmas wreaths I grew up making with my nana, they were simple, they were tasty, and they were oh-so cute. I grabbed the ingredients, ran home, and my platter was finished in under twenty minutes. As I walked out the door I was no longer dreading walking into the party as the new girl with yellow cookies, I was excited to show up with my festive platter of Christmas bliss.

Make This Platter If:
You need friends
You can't bake
You have no time
You have no money
You have a crush on your boss
You feel like you can't do anything
You lack creativity and your iced sugar cookies look like a tie-dye mess
You are sick of chocolate chip cookies
You like Rice Krispie Treats
You like butter
You need to impress someone
You are a walking Pinterest fail
Your mother in law is a Martha Stewart type

Recipes 
Gooey Butter Cookies
Rice Krispies Wreath

Platter Preparation 
Make cookies as directed, extra butter = extra friends. Make Rice Krispies as directed, except instead of multiple small wreaths, make one large wreath. Once the marshmallows and butter are melted add the green dye and then add the Rice Krispies and mix togther. I used a pizza pan to ensure a proper circle. Once the wreath is dry (5 minutes) place cookies inside and dust with confectioners (powdered) sugar for faux snow. I searched my place high and low for a red ribbon, with no luck. Next year I'll be better prepared and will arrive to each and every holiday party with my wreath treat in hand which will certainly be adorned with a bright red bow. Cheers!

Merry Christmas. Feliz Navidad. Joyeux Noel. Frohe Weihnachten. Shengdan Jie Kuaile.

The Cleanse: Part 2

I'm not sure how most deal, but when I gain weight, I'm talking it's time to head to the mall and purchase your entire wardrobe in the next size up weight gain, that's when I usually say buh bye to life as I enjoyed it (thoroughly enjoyed it) and step back to reality. After my spring/summer rendezvous plumped me up, I knew it was time to slim back down.

Most people like to shed the winter pounds for bikini season, but being the beach babe that I am not, my annual motivation kicks in when the sunshine and warm weather move out and the cool, gray days slip in...fall. There is nothing cuter than a girl in leggings, leather boots, a cropped jacket, paired with an oversized, infinity scarf, sipping a pumpkin ale,while watching a football game on a Sunday afternoon. And so with fall quickly (yes, quickly) approaching, it was time for me to kick it into high gear. OPERATION CUTE GIRL ON A CHILLY AND GRAY SUNDAY AFTERNOON WITH A PUMPKIN ALE WATCHING THE FOOTBALL GAME.

And so off I went...off everything. Seriously everything, like I can barely eat anything. Barely. Anything.

My mom has been doing this cleanse called the Standard Process purification program about twice a year for the past three years. I always wonder why she does it because she can never partake in any of the fun eating and drinking we enjoy so much at our family gatherings and she is always, always, always preparing shakes, and vegetables, and...well that's it...shakes and vegetables. Either way, nope, no thanks, not for this girl...I'd rather lose my weight by on/off fasting and drinking vodka for two months (SOCIALLY. Socially drinking vodka for two months).

And then I went to Aspen one recent weekend and it hit me...my fall is going to start earlier than Saint Louis'  fall. Okay a. not really because fall is a day on a calendar and not how the weather feels b.WHO CARES?! Fall to me does not mean Sunday, September 22, 2013 (should be a holiday), it's when I can comfortably and appropriately (who am I kidding, I've been known to wear fall attire in late August) wear my uniform of leggings, boots, and scarves!!! c. best realization ever (might not be true)

And while the realization that fall would be coming sooner than expected was the best ever, the worst was when I realized fall would be coming sooner than expected...and I was not, I repeat, NOT in cute girl on a chilly and gray sunday afternoon with a pumpkin ale watching the football game ready. FML.

And so I turned to my mother who swears by this horrendous, boring, terrible, no good, very bad cleanse and I said, "Mother, I'm ready". She put me in touch with the chiropractor who she orders the supplements through and we had a little over the phone consultation, to make sure I'm not anorexic (I wish) and trying to be a crazy girl about this weight loss thing (couuuuuld beeeee) and then she told me the rules (ew, you won't even believe) and I gave her my credit card information and asked, "Can it be here in the morning?".

Overview

The Good: 
Detox of the liver, kidneys, and intestines
WEIGHT LOSS
WEIGHT LOSS
WEIGHT LOSS
General Healthiness, blah blah blah-I just want to be skinny

The Bad: 
No meat
No dairy
No sugar
No carbs
No processed food
No nuts
No beans aka no hummus (so lame)
No soda
No caffeine
No Alcohol (What exaaaactly does that specifically mean?)

The Ugly:
Make (so annoying) and consume two smoothie/shakes a day which include two powder supplements
Days 1-7: Take TWENTY ONE pills per day (big, stinky ones)
Days 8-21: Take ten pills per day (still big, still stinky)
No Alcohol (but wine is okay, because of the heart, right? NO)

In a Nutshell (can't have those either)
I can consume vegetables, fruit, water, and unsweetened green tea. Oh and a half a cup of lentils or brown rice up to twice a day. On day 11, if I choose, I can incorporate deep-sea fish and organic/free range chicken. I can only prepare my food with a small amount of oil and it's encouraged that a large amount of the vegetables you eat are raw (just keeps getting better). ALL of this for twenty one days.

And that is what they tell you, but what exactly do they not tell?

The Cleanse: Part Three coming soon...

A Peek: A Typical Day in Wine Country

{10:00-10:30am - alarms are very frowned upon here}

{11:30am-3:30pm - lunch will be tastings of wine and olive oil} 

{4:30-6:30pm - glassware is optional, corn dogs are not}

{8:00-10:00pm - never underestimate your level of intoxication, therefore you must order dessert}

{eat. drink. get fat.}

The Cleanse: Part 1

Have you ever been on a cleanse? Pause-A lot of really major things have taken place in my life and this, being the most recent, probably shouldn't be the first thing I share, but if you've never cleansed then you just won't understand. I truly feel that it's my responsibility to share with you, everything that they don't tell you about cleansing, in case someone out there is on the verge of taking the plunge...from the diving board...of the high dive...into the empty pool....like that drug commercial from the 80's. Don't do it.

Why did I choose to cleanse?

Jamaica-I spent 8 days with three girlfriends on a work trip that happened to include next to no work and instead, day after day at the pool sipping frozen beverages, enjoying afternoon soft serve ice cream, and spending evenings dining in Italy! Japan! Mexico! America!. Am I the only one who, when the food is free, feels the need to order a soup, salad, appetizer, entree, dessert, espresso, and Limoncello at each meal? Who am I kidding, in real life I might split an appetizer with someone and dessert never gets ordered, let alone an after dinner drink or better yet a post after dinner drink. Sick.

Sonoma-The calories are always worth it in wine country and I'd do it again tomorrow (If I weren't cleansing, of course). I spent 8 glorious days at my favorite hotel in the world, yes the world, and it was heaven. Each morning was savored with a cup of steaming coffee and some of that cool northern Californian air breezing through the windows of my cottage style suite, some afternoons were spent working and some spent touring wineries, but each and every evening was spent indulging glass after glass after glass after glass after glass of our nation's best wine and paired with that wine, on most evenings, was an incredible meal at a few of my favorite Sonoma restaurants such as El Dorado Kitchen, The Girl and the Fig, and Glen Ellen Inn. Sonoma blog to come with more suggestions...

Munich-And then I went to Germany for 12 days. In Germany they have three food groups and they are pretzels, wieners, and beer and each apply to breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Enough said.

And so that brought me home and eventually asking myself, "Um, whyyyyy did the zipper on my jeans break?", "Ew why are the arms of my Zara blazer suffocating me??", "WHY is there an imprint on my stomach when I take off my cropped J. Crew pants?!", "What is going on?!!". Well..Jamaica, Sonoma, and Munich went on. And they went on... and on... and on... and on and so I went off.


The Cleanse: Part 2 coming soon...

I'm Sorry

Hi...how have you been? I hope you didn't forget about me, I didn't you....

I know we haven't talked in a while but it's just that...sometimes I get so busy and then time goes by and I push you out of my head and try to forget about all the time that has passed and and before I know it, it's been so long that it feels awkward and I don't want to look at you because it only reminds me of all the time that has passed and then I start thinking about you again and it becomes so frequent because I know I need to reach out and finally a day comes where I have nothing to do but sit in my bed alone after work because I've chosen to do this stupid twenty one day cleanse (it's so horrible, I have to tell you about it) and it's made me so crazy that my boyfriend has ditched me for Napa (can you believe??) and I got a new job (ohmygosh I'm just so overwhelmed), and I live in this new town (Denver, remember?) where I have exactly one friend (she's so fun-you'll love her) and she is at the circus with her boyfriend and so I get in my bed at 5:00pm, and open my computer, and I check my email, and Facebook, and Houzz, and the Nordstrom Anniversary sale (don't ask, it was bad) and Instagram, and Twitter, and West Elm, and finally....you. After five long months...I check you. And then I come to my senses and realize I really do miss you and it's been far too long. And I decide that I need to pay attention to you. Again.

 I promise I'll be better this time, Vodka and Birthday Cake.

Love,

Brittany xo

Calling America

Do you know that you can't travel internationally if your passport is not valid 6 months after your dates of travel? If yes.....well that's great. If not, ohmygod me neither!? I mean...what's the purpose of an expiration date if the goods aren't even good before said date? Just think if this were the case with milk. Can you imagine taking your first sip of some steaming hot chocolate and tasting sour milk?! Thank God I stumbled upon this information one week prior to my trip to Canada or I would have been in for an unsuspected surprise at the border, as my passport expires in June. How terribly embarrassing that would have been if I were trying to gain entrance back into the US and been denied...from my own country(gasp)! Blasphemy! I guess a couple of days in Vancouver wouldn't have been soooo bad, but surely my boss wouldn't have felt the same and being denied entry to your own country is for felons and terrorists, not ladies.

Lesson number 2,351 learned on the road: Make sure your passport is valid 6 months beyond your dates of travel.

Checking In Please...

Since I sleep in hotel rooms over 260 evenings a year, it feels like a vacation when I sleep elsewhere. While traveling on personal time, I'm a huge advocate of renting houses, apartments, and condos. I've seen my fair share of hotel rooms and believe it or not, there's not much of a difference between a ROH (Run of House aka standard hotel room) and a suite. Besides square footage, most hotel rooms feel the same....not homey. Listed below are the pros and cons of taking the rent route as opposed to staying in a hotel.

Pros: 
1. Size-A standard ROH room is 300-400 square feet and a standard one bedroom apartment is double that, not to mention a four bedroom house.
2. Rooms-Kitchen (cooking!), dining room (more intimate than a restaurant), laundry, multiple bathrooms, multiple bedrooms, living room, patio/deck, front porch
3. Amenities-Refrigerator, dishwasher, dish and glassware, washer/dryer, dvd's, grill (not all), fire pits (not all), bicycles (not all)-I can't tell you how many times, while staying in hotels, I've walked/cabbed to the nearest Walgreens to buy a wine opener.
4. Price- The cost of renting a privately owned home is, most often, significantly less expensive per night than a hotel room.
5. Owners-Home owners are generally willing to work with you because they are excited you've chosen their home to rent and they are happy about making some extra money. In the past I've had owners personally drop off the keys to a hotel where I was working, allow me to check in early and check out late, leave fresh flowers in a vase as a sweet welcome, and come down on nightly rates (apartment was listed at $150 a night and I negotiated $100  if we stayed three nights).
6. Parking-Hotel parking charges (not talking hotels out in the middle of nowhere) add up and often are not taken into consideration when booking the room, which means this expense will creep up out of no where. The cost is $33 per night at The Roosevelt  in L.A. and $55 at The Mercer in NYC-when renting you usually don't have to pay for street parking (residential area) and often there is a garage or space in a large garage that comes with the unit.
7. Common Space-No girl wants to sit on a bed in her dress and heels while having a cocktail before going out nor do families want to pile into one hotel room to hang out while traveling. When you rent a home you have the option of hanging out in the kitchen, living room, basement, media room and other common space. It's much better for entertaining as well (unless you are in some penthouse suite in Vegas that boasts 2,500 square feet and a Baby Grand piano-average $5,000 a night-oy!).
8. Comfort-Rentals feel like a home because...well, they are someone's home.

Cons:
1. DIY-If you wake up a little hungover in the morning and you're longing for some steamy pancakes and eggs benny, you will have to get up and make it because in-room dining does not exist, sadly.
2. Cleanliness-Some people like staying in hotels because it's like being a child or being wealthy-you come home and your room is magically clean. For me, this isn't a big deal since I'm annoyingly tidy and don't need someone to put my clothes away, throw away my apple core from the bedside table, and pick up my towels from the floor (if you put your towels on any floor that's sick).
3. House Cleaner-On top of the cost of the rental you'll also pay a one time charge to have a housekeeper come in and clean after you depart. The fee varies depending on the city and the square footage of the home, on average I've paid around $80.

I honestly can't think of one more, but I'm trying to be fair and come up with at least half as many cons as I did pros...

4. Hotel Bar-There is no hotel bar to enjoy a night cap and recap your evening out and some hotels have really amazing bars-ex. The Carousel Bar at the Hotel Monteleone in New Orleans.

When taking the rental route I use Vacation Rental By Owner and have had nothing but wonderful experiences through this website. If you've never rented, I strongly encourage you to give it a try. It changes the entire feel of the trip and who doesn't want to go "home", after a long day exploring. Oh and did I mention house parties?

Happy house hunting!

Colorado Girl

People, when traveling, often find themselves in love with the city they are exploring and say, "I could really see myself living here". That statement always makes me smile because I can relate to that feeling of truly seeing yourself living in that special place, making that city your own, and building a world for yourself, but 98% of the time, people go home, get back to their routine, and never make the move. 

From New York to San Francisco, Boston, Bethesda, and Barcelona...I've had love affairs with them all. I've pictured my apartment, my friends, and my weekends spent at markets, brunches, and museums. I've envisioned myself walking to barre class, into the coffee shop on the corner where the barista knows my order (tall chai with skim, half the chai, extra hot please), and smiling at familiar faces in my neighborhood. Life is always perfect when you imagine yourself in another place-you're happy and everyone is friendly. Your apartment is always adorable because rent is affordable and you have exceptionally good taste in decor, you're ten pounds lighter, and you love your job. 

There is one place that, through the years, has tugged at my heart and whispered my name long after I returned home and was back to my routine. This place is rugged and beautiful, majestic and enchanting. It's small enough to make my own, but large enough to endlessly explore. It's full of great restaurants, music, and parks, but offers room to breathe when I tire of the bustle. There are mountains and valleys, rivers and lakes, and sunshine and snow. Colorado wins and this Missouri lady is packing her belongings and heading west. Her apartment will be perfect, she will be happy, and everyone will be friendly. Right? 

"He was born in the summer of his 27th year

Comin' home to a place he'd never been before

He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again

You might say he found a key for every door"

-John Denver, Rocky Mountain High

Birthday Show

To celebrate my birthday last night, I went with a couple of friends/colleagues (Atlanta for work) to a show at The Masquerade, which is an old mill turned music venue. We had a blast exploring the different three levels cleverly named Heaven, Hell, and Purgatory. If you're ever in the ATL area, you must go, no matter who is performing.

The headliner,  Toro y Moi is a hipster black guy who put on a great show, super chill. My personal favorite, however, was the opening band, brother/sister duo Wild Belle. The lead singer, Natalie Bergman, is this ridiculous hybrid of Adele and Amy Winehouse with a splash of Stevie Nicks. Her voice is smokey and sultry and her look is all seventies, total babe (I want to be her). It's a such shame these two are related, otherwise they'd be the white Jay and Beyonce. World's coolest brother and sister, Elliot and Natalie Bergman, Wild Belle. 

I'll Cry if I Want to

Today is my day, February 6th-my birthday. As a little girl,  I used to wake up with butterflies in my stomach, excited to see what the day would bring. My parents would wake me with kisses and hugs and just about as much excitement as the birthday girl herself.  I'd get dressed in an extra special outfit, pack up my birthday treats for my class (why did the birthday person provide their own treats?) and head to school. Birthdays were the best.  Isn't it funny how you never "felt" the difference in a day when it was someone else's, but when it was yours-it felt like a holiday? That's a pretty special thing. The double digits seemed so very old and sixteen would never come, let alone twenty one.  And then I grew up, or so I thought.

 The day I turned twenty one, I cried. All I could think about was the Ladytron song, Seventeen. 

"They only want you when you're seventeen
When you're twenty-one, you're no fun"

And then I cried some more. I was washed up, old, and undesirable. I didn't want to go the bars to celebrate, I was there the night before. 

Seven years later I awoke in a bed, in a hotel room, and it wasn't the Four Seasons. I can't say there are butterflies, as I know what the day will bring, but there are definitely no tears. Those years gifted me something invaluable, a sense of reality. Gone are the days when the world revolved around me and I wasted time pouting about not being seventeen (narcissism at its finest). I realize that I have to work for those things my heart desires, exercise to maintain my figure, and do things that aren't always fun to remain employed. I have a sense of responsibility, a savings account, and a desire to be something other than an heiress. It was Paris, now it's Kim, Khloe, and Kourtney. To all the young girls, there's more to life than vacations, parties, and the Kardashians -a lot more. 

Tonight my toast is to another another year wiser, another year happier, and another year healthier. Bring on the birthday bubbles! 

The Big Easy

With Super Bowl taking place today, I find myself reminiscing my trip to New Orleans which took place this time one year ago. I spent a week working downtown and then extended for a long weekend in the French Quarter. I absolutely love New Orleans and have since started donating money to Tulane to ensure my children are accepted (not really, but I will be forcing it on them...when I have them...someday). If you are a person who thrives in a place saturated in culture and character in everything from the architecture, to the food, the music, and the lifestyle in general, then...You must. Go to. New Orleans. It was my first time and most definitely won't be my last. Below are my tips for your time in The Big Easy; a town made up of good music, good food, and strong drinks which, no one can argue, is a recipe for a very good time.

1. If you're anything like me and don't like to sweat or be hot, you must go in the winter when the highs are in the 60's and lows in the 40's. There is no need for anything more than a light jacket and scarf to keep you warm in the evenings, so bundle up and venture out.

2. My beau and I rented an adorable apartment in the french quarter right at Bourbon and Esplanade (perfect.location). It was tiny, but quaint, cozy, and charming...absolutely perfect for two. We went out to dinner the first two evenings and then on our final, walked (romantic stroll) to a market (adorable) in the neighborhood (pretended it was ours) to get groceries and then cooked a delicious meal (roasted veggie orzo/ vanilla ice cream with fresh blueberries and strawberries for dessert) and sipped wine. Heeaaveeennn.

3. Go to Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop and get the "purple drink". That is literally all you have to say to the bartender, "the purple drink". It's a delicious frozen (not too sweet, trust me) beverage which they are famous for. Our condo was right down the street so every time we would head out, we stopped by for a to-go drink (gotta love legal drinking on the street) and would walk around. This bar is the oldest in New Orleans and after dark they have NO lights...it's only lit by candles, but has a cool, grungy feel. A must.

4. Walk up and down Bourbon, obviously. Great for day drinking and there is live music and people at all hours, constant action.

5. One afternoon we took the St. Charles Streetcar to the Garden District. It's a pretty long process, so I recommend taking it only one way, but it's a nice way to cover some ground and it's historic, so do it. Once we were dropped, we walked down some residential as well as Magazine Street looking at shops and historic homes. We cabbed it back to the Quarter (under $10) after we hit the end of cute shops and restaurants on Magazine.

6. Rent a bike-Bikes are great way to explore, plus New Orleans is flat which makes the biking much more enjoyable (this is pleasure not exercise, friends). We rented bikes from a little antique store on Frenchmen Street. I don't remember the name, but there are plenty in the area. If you are coming from the Quarter I recommend doing this;

Ride down the tiny side streets that make up the Quarter and head to the Hilton (not in FQ, but close bike ride) and go to Drago's restaurant inside the hotel. This stop is purely for one thing and one thing only (not the atmosphere), this stop is for the charbroiled oysters. The restaurant is a typical hotel restaurant with no ambiance whatsoever, so stop in, pull up a seat to the bar, and eat those buttery, garlic, cheesy, oysters with fresh bread (gotta soak up the butter) and taste pure goodness in your mouth. The rest of the menu isn't worth hanging around for, so throw back the oysters, have a cold beer, and get back to the bike tour. **I used my iPhone GPS for all directions

Post "most amazing oysters you will ever have", head to the Garden District. It takes around 20 minutes to get there from the Quarter. So strap on that smelly helmet and take a cruise down St. Charles Street taking in all the beautiful, southern mansions as well as Tulane's campus.

7. Frenchmen-Great street in the Quarter filled with restaurants and bars. We had dinner at Coops Place, which is a super casual place with a great vibe and delicious Cajun food. After dinner we went to DBA which is cool bar with AMAZING music. Must stop in. Walk up and down Frenchmen day and night, there's music and food to last you days.

8. French Market-A MUST. Do this one sober/slightly sober morning or afternoon. There are tons of vendors and you can get GREAT food and yummy bevs while strolling. One afternoon we bought a bunch of craw fish and had a local lady teach us how to properly eat them (head and all).  On our last morning we stopped in at Cafe Du Monde, picked up beignets and coffee to go, and then walked over to Jackson Square to enjoy them (makes for a really nice morning).

9. Parasol's-Featured on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives this supppppper dive bar serves up amazing sandwiches. You order/eat your food upstairs, but place your drink order through a window that overlooks the bar below (you know you want to do it).

10. On our last afternoon we went to this amazing dive restaurant/bar on a residential street in the quarter which happened to be about four buildings down from our apartment. Port of Call is a perfect end of the trip meal, when you will be over all of the Cajun food. This is what you HAVE to order, cheeseburger, loaded baked potato, and a monsoon (bev). This is HUGE and can absolutely, 100% be split between two people. If you think you will order something besides what I instructed, don't even go. But go. Seriously.

Other restaurants/bars:

Carousel Bar in Hotel Monteleone (start your evening here, pre dinner drink)
Pat O'Briens courtyard (hurricanes, duh)
Cats Meow-Bourbon Street (karaoke)
Blue Nile-Frenchmen (live music)
Coquette-Magazine Street (dinner)
Mother's Restaurant (amazing food, super famous)

Oh! And you must, must, must find "Big Al" Carson at The Funky Pirate on Bourbon. He is a big, big man with a whole lotta soul. Stop in and listen while cruising Bourbon.

In a nutshell, get ready to eat, drink, and jam your vacation away. Enjoy this enchanting town and immerse yourself in the French/Cajun culture that makes this city so undeniably charming.

Tour de Northern California: Pacific Coast Highway

In the mood for a road trip? Envisioning yourself...tootsies on the dashboard, hands in the air, scarf securing your locks (Marilyn style) and the sea by your side? Head to California and take a drive on the most famous stretch of road in the country, California State Route 1, otherwise known as Pacific Coast Highway. Many make a two week journey from San Diego to northern California's Redwood National Park, which is fun, but not a must. So if you don't have two weeks to spare, don't stress. You can explore the beauty of the PCH in a couple days and see the most beautiful stretch, which is from San Simeon to Carmel (passes through Big Sur which is the highlight of the entire PCH drive).

After spending the morning hiking Point Lobos, we made our way south and stopped for lunch in Big Sur at the River Inn where we had a beer and lunch on the deck. After lunch we made our way to the shallow river and relaxed in a couple of the Adirondack chairs with our feet in the water and drinks in hand, soaking up the sunshine that was peeking through the pines overhead.

The journey is not THAT long in mileage, but it will take you a while to get through those miles. No one is heading to work and everyone is taking in the beautiful view, stopping at each lookout point to take photos (we did at least 37 times), and driving very carefully (two lane road/windy/steep death plummet on ocean side), so give yourself an afternoon to make this trip.

We arrived in San Simeon at 3:30pm and went straight to Hearst Castle  only to find that the last tour went up at 3:30pm (oops). There isn't much else to do in the town, so we went to an empty beach to watch the sun set, which turned out to be amazing when we realized we had the bottle of wine from our inn in Carmel, a bag of peanuts from the gas station, annnnd a fold out picnic blanket that I received from a vendor while working in Napa. Date on the sand! The castle closing early turned out to be a good thing, Hearst Castle tours are offered daily. A sunset date on a remote beach in northern California, on a fall evening, however, is not.

The next morning we were on the first tour of Hearst which is truly remarkable and a must see if you are in the area. After our tour we made our way north all the way back to San Francisco, arriving in the late afternoon at the historic Fairmont San Francisco. After a quick refresh, we went next door for a sunset drink at the Top of the Mark and then went to dinner at an adorable little restaurant in Nob Hill. One final toast to another incredible trip.

So if you don't have the money or the two weeks worth of vacation racked up at work, don't worry about getting to Europe, South America, and Asia so soon. Take a relaxing vacation and explore the incredible towns that make up this beautiful country. Download some music, pack a blanket, snacks, a map, and get ready for a remarkable adventure stateside.

"The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one's own country as a foreign land." -G.K. Chesterton