For some people it’s going for a run. Or taking a long bath. Or drinking nine glasses of wine. But for me, nothing has ever grounded, calmed, or centered me quite like making things pretty. (Though nine glasses of wine act as a close second.)
I’m not a pastry chef. And I’m not a trained decorator. And I’m certainly not an artist. I can’t make you a perfectly flaky croissant or decipher antique treasures from old crap or paint a portrait that even slightly resembles the subject.
But that’s not what this blog is about. This blog isn’t about talent, and it isn’t about beauty. It’s about something far more attainable. It’s about pretty.
It’s about the little things—baking from scratch, home cooking, crafting, decorating–that make the world seem just a little bit nicer. It’s about adding a little extra effort and a personal touch.
It’s a blog for people who worry about the presentation of meals even when they’re eaten alone. It’s for the kind of people who don’t think twice about piping icing on cakes and cupcakes. It’s for those of us out there who wrap our Christmas presents with silk bows and coordinating paper weeks in advance so we can admire them under the tree.
Is it pretentious? I don’t think so. I grew up modestly, with five people to our little one-bathroom house. We didn’t throw lavish dinner parties and we didn’t have designer stemware. But it was always a pretty place to be. The food always tasted good, the house always smelled good, and the holidays always felt special.
That’s the thing about pretty–It’s not about affluence or money or class. It’s about effort. It’s about taking what you have and caring enough to make it special, inviting, and just a little better than it otherwise would have been.
I hope you’ll join me on my journey to paint the town pretty.