This Halloween was our first in the new house, and our first time entertaining trick-or-treaters. We spent the evening on the porch with a few friends, plenty of adult beverages and our dog, Gibbs, who handled the influx of masked strangers with considerable poise.
With every batch of youngsters peddling jokes (that's a thing here in StL -- kids tell you a joke or ask you a riddle in exchange for candy) there was at least one very patient parent, braced for an impending sugar high and inevitable crash. To show the chaperones a little love, we recommend mixing up one of the following two recipes. Give these guys to the guardians in dixie cups, along with candy for the kiddos, and you're sure to be a fast neighborhood favorite.
Read MoreWe moved to St. Louis in February of this year, and although I caught the tail-end of winter I find myself completely unprepared, wardrobe-wise. I spent the entirety of those early weeks decked in Under Armour, over-sized college-era fleeces and snow boots, which hardly seems office-appropriate.
So, I'm welcoming the season by expanding the seasonal wardrobe.
Read MoreI hosted a bachelorette party at the Humphrey House this weekend that was appropriately themed: Bubbles.
Read MoreWe have an expanse above our living room sectional that was in desperate need of some art. I had originally planned on hanging a gallery wall, but a little Pinterest digging revealed that a simple ledge provided a lot more flexibility -- with a lot less work.
Read MoreChanging your legal name upon marriage is a royal pain in the arse. It involves a lot of paperwork and a LOT of time in various government offices, where things move at a glacial pace and people manage to be so grumpy upon arrival that I have never braved such offices past noon.
I didn't even begin changing my name until nearly after a year after we got married, putting it off for vacations abroad (afraid that a replacement passport might not arrive in time) and later to complete the purchase of our first home without any unnecessary upheaval.
Read MoreAs I write this, my mama is coming in hot, on a tear from Houston to Montreal (insanity -- we'll get to that*) with a weekend stopover visit in StL.
She's got my youngest sister, Grace, in tow and I've got a PACKED weekend planned to show them my new life in the Midwest. I spent some serious time at the drawing board, so I thought I'd share my method for showing my family the best of St. Louis City.
Read MoreHello again. Hoping everyone had a most excellent long weekend, full of porch sitting and potent beverage-drinking. Now that we've made it back from the Texas shore -- and made it through the end of last week -- I figured I'd hit y'all back with the nibbles we served at last weekend's Sip & See.
We went for a casual Southern theme of finger foods (the best for eating whilst holding children) that were also kid-friendly. (So more hot-dog, less cucumber sandwich.) I've linked to recipes for everything, and I tried all of it because poison-testing. A++ would do again.
Read MoreDon't worry, their moms drove.
On Saturday, I had the great pleasure of hosting a few dozen sorority sisters at my house along with their precious little procreations. (That was weird. I'm gonna leave it, though.)
It was a get-together that had been in the work for months. There had long been talk among the Texas-based contingent of a road trip to meet the babies born into our pledge class, who all reside across the Midwest. When I moved to St. Louis, I decided to host, instead. We set a date, flew the rest of the Texas girls in and decided to have everyone over for the first annual KKG Sip & See.
Read MoreIt is an ongoing joke that, in the event of unexpected downpour, my hair is unthreatened because it looks basically the same in all elements.
I have extremely curly hair that ventures on Raggedy Ann territory, especially now that I've chopped it short. On a good day, it is as carefree and buoyant as my personality. On a bad day, people assume (sometimes correctly but sometimes not!) that I'm going through some personal issues.
I have never straightened it. I did not own a blow dryer until I was 27. All this, I believe, makes me an expert on curly coiffure. Below, the products, processes and tools I would take with me to the apocalypse.
Read MoreSo, you may have noticed there was no GYST Sunday post this week because our collective shit was just not together.
Melissa and I spent the weekend in New Orleans in a house off Bourbon and Dumaine celebrating the upcoming marriage of a close family friend. Being a bachelorette weekend, we spent much of our time on or around Bourbon Street in various degrees of costume. As such, this post will focus on enjoying yourself in the more touristy haunts of the French Quarter; a rundown of destinations off the beaten path is for another time.
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