I Did It!

*Curtain rises. Spotlight shines on woman standing center stage. She taps handheld mic.*

Thirty-one days. Thirty-one posts.
Hell yeah!!

*Drops mic. Exits stage left.*

I initially wanted to end the #31writenow challenge this way because I’m temporarily blogged out. However, the Kiss-My-Ass Exit makes it seem as though this was a waste of time.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

I started this challenge so I could get back in touch with my writing and creativity. Compiling original content daily for a month taxed my right brain. And I enjoyed it. I remembered how much I love writing. I also remembered I’m pretty good at it.

August rebooted the romance writing and I once shared, and I dedicated a lot of time to make it work. Like with any new romance, we went through the all-in phase. Most of my free moments were spent developing posts.

I hadn’t considered the side effect. Spending so much time on my blog caused me to let other things slide. Now we’re past the honeymoon phase, and I need to figure out how to reasonably work writing into my life.

I’m excited about continuing this journey. I can’t say that writing and I are back to where we once were, but this was a great start.

What effect did #31writenow have on you?

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Fashion Friday: Carolina Herrera

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If you were to ask me to describe a garment designed by Carolina Herrera, I would fail miserably. If you were to ask me to describe Carolina Herrera herself, I’d nail it. Every time I see her photo, I am temporarily transfixed by her poise. No one makes a simple button down and a tailored skirt look as graceful as she.

I didn’t realize how much I was channeling my inner CH until I found this pic on a celebrity photographer’s site. I try my best to respect photographers’ usage rights, so hop over, take a peek, and let me know what you think.

Outfit

-Shirt: Ann Taylor
-Skirt: Target, Circa 2008
-Belt: The Limited (Old)
-Bangles: From Mom on my 16th birthday
-Studded bracelet: Rack + Clutch
-Shoes: J. Vincent (Old)

I was not compensated for this post.

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Quick Meal: Frittata!

I hated eggs when I was a kid. We usually had them one of two ways — scrambled or scrambled with cheese. When my dad made them, he stirred them haphazardly with a fork as they cooked. The result was a mushy, runny concoction that was part yellow, part white.

Once I was old enough to cook my own, I ate them fried, but I really wasn’t fond of that either. I’m sure my cook-until-rubbery technique had a lot to do with it.

Quiche changed my entire outlook on eggs. It’s fluffy and flavorful. And, it’s not that hard to make once you get past the crust. A good crust, though, does take some effort. Even if you use a ready-made one, you have to put it into a pie dish and pre-bake it so it’s not soggy.

Enter the frittata. It has the easy-to-make, fluffy deliciousness of quiche without the hassle of a crust. I can get a frittata in the oven in about five minutes.

You can put just about anything you want in a frittata. Veggies need a quick sauté before you add the eggs. Cooked chicken, ham, bacon or sausage can be diced and tossed right on in.

I adapted this recipe from The Chew. You’ll find that I “adapt” quite often because I don’t have a beautifully stocked TV kitchen.

The most important ingredient, in my opinion, is the skillet. You need a good, unmarred, nonstick skillet with an oven-safe handle. I bought a new one recently, and I was surprised by how far nonstick cookware has come since I bought pots and pans 10 years ago. Here’s how my skillet looked after use:

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Spinach and Cheese Frittata
– One nonstick 10″ skillet with oven-safe handle and a rubber scraper
– 8 – 10 Eggs
– Salt and Pepper
– 1/4 – 1/3c Shredded Cheese (use your favorite)
– Olive Oil
– 3c Spinach

1. Preheat over to 375 degrees. (The Chew says to preheat the broiler, but I tend to burn things up this way, so the oven works better for me.)
2. Crack eggs in a bowl and whisk until whites and yolks are well incorporated. A few air bubbles are ok. Season lightly with salt and pepper. Stir in cheese.
3. Heat olive oil over medium heat. Add in spinach and a pinch of salt. Sauté for 1-2 minutes, just until the spinach is wilted.
4. Pour the eggs into the skillet. Stir them gently with the rubber scraper, and cook until they are starting to set around the edges but still runny in the center. Top with extra cheese and transfer to oven. Cook until eggs are completely set, which is about 10 minutes. (If you are using the broiler, this happens much faster, in about 3-5 minutes.)

Here’s a pic of the finished product. Enjoy!

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Mouse

My parents have called me Mouse since I was 10 years old. If you were to ask them the reason behind the nickname, they would simply say that I was a quiet kid. Most parents equate silence with trouble. When it came to me, silence just meant I was reading.

The name took on a meaning I doubt my parents intended. Family members interpreted my quiet nature as an extreme case of shyness. Some made an extra effort to “draw me out,” while others isolated me as a way of respecting my space. My reactions didn’t help matters. I would withdraw when forced to participate, and I was apathetic when left out.

I remember a summer weekend spent with my cousins when I was about 12. Rhonda, who was a year older than me, signed up to dance in a community center talent show with a friend. While Rhonda was rehearsing the day before the show, the director asked me if I wanted to dance too. Before I could tell her that I couldn’t learn the dance in a day, Rhonda’s mom said:

“Oh, no. She’s VERY shy. She’d never get up in front of people.”

Was I a little shy? Maybe. But very shy? No, but I was starting to believe it.

I later learned there is a name for my personality, and it’s not Mouse or Shy. It’s Introvert. They are not the same. People who are shy may want social interaction, but it makes them anxious. I have no qualms about being around people, but I also value my alone time. It keeps me centered.

I try to keep the differences between introverts and extroverts top of mind as I raise my girls. I want to recognize their personalities so they aren’t misunderstood the way I was at times. So far, it looks like I have two extroverts, but time will tell.

Are you an introvert or an extrovert? Did your family treat you a certain way because they mistook you for one or the other?

Balance

I’m almost to the end of my post-a-day blog challenge, and I’ve run out of steam. I see myself as the sprinter who ran three-fourths of the race at top speed and forgot to save something for the finish.

This feeling has me thinking about balance. I’ve poured so much energy into my blog these past few weeks that I’ve let other things slide. Grocery trips have been unsuccessful because I can’t seem to draft a good list. I have a stack of clothes from Mini Me that need mending. My yoga game is off. The plants on my front porch also can attest to my lack of attention.

I’ve decided to dedicate September to balance. My blog content won’t be as plentiful, but I want to feel more focused. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I participated in the #31writenow challenge. It helped me connect with writing in a way that I haven’t in a long time. Now I need to work that rekindled relationship back into my life in a balanced way.