To all those beautiful offbeat girlies that have perfect skin… I am a 26-year-old and still have acne. I recently went off my birth control pills in order to make some off-kilter spawn and now my skin looks like I have the plague! My skin was pretty good on the pill, but now that I'm off, these painful little bastards are seriously putting a cramp in my style. I've got my foot out the door to the dermatologist, but before I go… Help!
Back in my wild-partying days, I used to do this thing for myself: before I went out, I'd get my bedroom all set up to be the perfect come-down/hangover den. I'd make the bed and fold back the blanket. I'd leave the twinkly lights on. I'd set a glass of water on the bedside with a couple Advil, right next to the stereo remote. Basically, I got really good at anticipating my compromised mental/emotional state, and pre-creating a space to make it a little easier.
In my kitchen now, I've used the same idea to create the perfect caffeine altar.
This week's home tour is a my special Halloween gift to y'all — a haunted house in a de-commissioned B&B in Seattle. It's all decked out the way you'd hope a haunted house would be — antique child's coffin coffee table, antique Halloween goods, metaphysical library, "haunted" ventriloquist dolls, and even snakes abound in this house.
After spending several hours carving those wonderful Halloween pumpkins I was left with a ton of pumpkin flesh. Being a little green I just couldn’t bear to throw it all away. So I grabbed my trusty carrot cake recipe, substituted pumpkins for carrots, added a few juicy extra bits, and fed the flesh of a thousand pumpkins to my nearest and dearest!