Trick or Treat?

I choose treat every single time.

Yellow Jacket Puppy

As the celebration enthusiast that I am, I get excited about all holidays. I love any excuse for seasonal recipes, decor, and dressing up. It’s what makes this little adventure of life so exciting! Halloween isn’t an exception. I love the pumpkins, the gourds, the 5 million squash and apple recipes, the changing leaves and the kids in adorable costumes.

What I don’t love is all the scary elements. I hate horror movies.

I’ve never seen most of the classics like The Shining, Rosemary’s Baby, or any of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. I have zero desire to be scared on purpose and to be haunted by thoughts of a violent murderer as I try to fall into a peaceful sleep. Violent crimes happen enough in real life. Why do we need a scripted story and actors to get us all worked up?

Truth: when I was a kid and watched Harrison Ford’s The Fugitive for the first time I had nightmares for months. That creepy one-armed man was always camping out in the closet in my bedroom and I was terrified to breathe, let alone get up for a midnight bathroom break. I have to turn away in violet scenes of The Walking Dead and any medical procedure, even a basic needle puncturing ones skin makes me cringe. So, you can see what I don’t think I’ll be able to handle real horror movies.

I hate the novelty “haunted houses” that creep up everywhere around this time of year.

Just thinking about walking around a dark building or corn field not knowing when the next teenager with a chainsaw is going to jump out in front of me gives me anxiety.

Meandering my way through an extremely narrow hallway while strangers hands grab at me and scary clowns get up all in my face is not my idea of money well spent.

Now, real haunted houses I can get into. I think historic ghost stories are simply amazing – take me on a city ghost tour any day. And I will totally get into mystery thriller novel or movie – a story that actually has some intellect and theory behind it and characters I really care about. All of that is lost in these over the top haunted houses and campy horror movies. They are true sensationalism.

scary sensationalism

Let me tell you a little story about the very last time I went to a haunted corn maze. All my friends wanted to go and insisted I should come along. I firmly said no, I’ll just stay home. But then the new guy I was dating said he wanted to go too. And of course the stupid 21-year-old girl that I was said “Ok, yes!” All my friends knew of my aversion to scary things. Or as they liked to call it, pathetic. They thought going with them would teach me to not be so scared.

night corn

So we get to the haunted corn maze. Luckily we snuck in some drinks. With my water bottle of Frutoipia and vodka in hand (ah college) I felt a little braver. I cam up with a perfect defense mechanism to get me through the next hour of my life. As my friends are having a grand old-time, marveling at the multiple masked men with chainsaws, the zombies, the clown, I decide to pretend I’m taking a romantic evening stroll. As I was walking through the corn maze I’d loudly say out loud every time some one jumped out at me “Oh, hello there! Lovely costume you got!” or “Isn’t it a beautiful evening!” Avoidance and stating what these “scary” things rightly were – people acting helped me survive. I ignored my friends mocking and stayed focused on remembering this was all just a game of pretend. And guess who won this night of fun?

After a particularly heavy zombie populated and horrifying twisty section of the maze it appeared we were in a little bit of a break zone. My friends were high on fear adrenaline. We heard no sounds of other patrons. No sounds of the corn rustling – the do tell sign that an attacker was about to make his move. The moon was shining down brightly and I think we all assumed me must be nearing the end of the maze.

I was hanging near the front of the crowd – so glad that my defense mechanism was working. When, all of a sudden a large man with the largest, shrillest chain saw emerged from the corn right in front of our little happy-go-lucky group. I continued my plan and just laughed it off while my friends were screaming at the top of their lungs – scared out of their minds. While I continued to grin and saunter forward, my two good friends barreled into me from behind and knocked me over. As I lay on the ground confused, my friends all left my behind, running to the end of the maze.


not my friends.

I went home that night with a grass stained blazer and the knowledge that if we were ever attacked in real life, my friends would leave me for dead. Survival of the fittest I suppose?

I know that we’re all just wired differently. That some people live for the adrenaline rush of watching a scary movie while knowing they are safe. That this is a good time for them. These same people also enjoy roller coasters. I do not. My idea of a good time on Halloween is candy, dogs in costumes, carving pumpkins, and ogling cute baby costumes while The Monster Mash plays in the back ground.

Happy Halloween everyone! I hope you get your fill of tricks or treats!

xoxo katie

Someday I Will…

thoreau dreams

Today I’m linking up with the fun and hilarious Taylor over at The Daily Tay. Her link up discussing all the things that you hope to do “one day” is the perfect follow-up to my A Daily Intent post yesterday. (By the way, today’s daily intent is to stay focused at the task at hand, you can join in on the fun over at twitter!)

The Daily Tay

I’m a big dreamer. I believe that having my heads in the clouds helps my feet continue walking forward on the ground. I’m still turning into the woman I want to be – there are some many things I wish to do and see and accomplish. Some are silly, some are big.  Here’s a little list of what I hope to someday do:

Someday I will wake up on a weekday earlier than 15 minutes before I have to leave. I would like to NOT feel like I’m a refugee rushing around her house collecting all her belongings while a gunman is waiting outside. Perhaps you know, brush my hair and check to make sure I got the drool washed off my face. (some days are that bad, I work alone most of the time, so don’t worry).

Someday I will not care so much about what others think of me.

Someday I will fill up my gas tank before it is on empty. Every damn time.

Someday I will learn how to properly meal plan and make an accurate grocery list, and not end up at the grocery store every other day.  Also to stick to the list so I don’t end up with mostly random things in my cart.

Someday I will live in a house on the beach.

Someday I will learn how to properly apply make up other than eye make up. I never wear foundation or concealer and never learned how to.

Someday I will write my book. My character is getting tired of waiting.

Someday I will travel to Greece. To France. To Africa, To Spain.

Someday I will learn to control my anxiety and not feel like I’m about to have a heart attack in certain situations.

Someday I will print out all my photos on my computer. Years of photos.

Someday I will be that super healthy woman – not this 50/50 one that eats pretty healthy but then stuffs herself with ice cream sundaes and Chex Mix.

Someday I’ll have a beautiful wrap around porch perfect for wine sipping, reading, and gossip.

Someday I will have my dream job and be amazing at it.

I would love to hear some of your “Someday I will…” items. Share below or link up with The Daily Tay!

xoxo katie

The Daily Tay

A Daily Intent

Vieques Sunset

I’ve been in a little bit of a funk lately. Maybe I could blame it on the fact that I was home sick for a few days. Maybe I could blame it on the fact that I miss Ryan during the week. Maybe I could blame it on the fact that it’s Fall and everything seems to be dying outside. But if I’m 100% honest with myself, I’m in a funk because I’m neglecting my promise to live in the now.

Instead of living in the moment, I still constantly find myself mentally preparing and dreaming for the future. As I listen to Ryan’s rants about law school and work and his dreams, I know he’s doing it too. I still sit around and count the months, weeks, and days when Ryan will be done with school, when he can get a job he’ll be happy in, when we can spend time together outside of the weekend, when we can have a baby. I’m starting to obsess and it’s totally unhealthy. And I tell myself it’s unhealthy and yet continue to do it. I’m an addict.

As I spent most of my days this weekend sick and in bed, I happily thought, “Well those two days went by fast, can cross them off, two days closer to the future!” Seriously, Katie? You would rather spend your days sleeping away life rather than living with? Who are you? I’m wasting precious moments and time and it needs to stop. Now.

Each day that we’ve been given is a gift. I need to start being grateful for the perfect life that I’ve been given. I need to accept the love that is all around more. I’m not saying I’m greedy and ungrateful – I just need to accept the little gifts that are given to me each day.

In order to be happier in the now I’ve decided that each morning I should set an intent for the day. It can be as simple or as grand as I wish. For example, one day could be as simple as “Be sure to appreciate nature today” while the next could be a little tougher like “Be kind to those who are not always kind in return”. But I want to live each day with purpose towards not only my bigger goals but also my smaller goals. The Dali Lama got it spot on:

quote Lately, I have not been waking up ready to conquer the day. I want to feel like a fierce warrior (and I guess having Katy Perry’s “Roar” on repeat isn’t cutting it). I don’t want this to be another goal or “to do” list item. Because, knowing me, I’ll just push it under the bed like my other goals and run and hide.

I’ll be sharing my daily intents on Twitter. Each morning I’ll post my intent with #ABLAdailyintent. Join along if you’d like to partake. Feel free to give me a good slap in the face if you see my falling behind. I want to live a purpose driven life.

It’s a beautiful world out there, let’s be sure to live in it. Will you be joining me?

katie finger lakes

xoxo katie

Weekend Wrap Up – I let my Halloween costume down!

I love costume parties. I love dressing up. I love hunting for the perfect pieces to complete a costume. I love pretending to be a character, I love seeing everyone’s costumes. I would make every party into a theme party if I could.

Imagine my dismay when I found out I couldn’t attend my best friend’s annual Halloween bash a mere 2 hours before we were supposed to leave! Instead, I was forced to surrender to my couch all weekend as a soul sucking sickness took over my body.

On Friday night I skipped another friend’s party because the sickness was creeping in and I wanted to rest up.  I got all the last details for Ryan and I’s costume in order and went to bed early. Saturday morning rolled around and I woke up feeling worse. I slept in til 10 and tried to deny how terrible I felt.

I went to the grocery store and made my signature red pepper relish dip to bring to the party. The grocery store made me want to take the longest nap ever. Still in denial, I started to play around with how I was going to braid my hair. And, then I felt the urge to just sit down. Right then and there on my bathroom floor.

After I cried on the bathroom floor for a good 10 minutes, Ryan moved me to the couch where I stated I was still determined to go and have the best time ever! I felt like Emily – just replacing fun costume with Valentino…

emily gif

I cried some more because I realized that I really really should not go. I was just so depressed about it. I’m sure my sickness and fever elevated my feelings, because ,come on, it’s a party.I just felt like I was letting my friends down, I was letting Ryan down, and most importantly I was letting our super adorable couple costume down. Major FOMO (fear of missing out) was settling in and I just felt so pathetic about it. (cue the violins for this drama queen).

So, I gave in to my couch. Ryan cooked a nice comfort food dinner and we established ourselves in front of the TV for the evening and tried to brighten my spirits.  I even posted an annoying  and to be avoided at all costs “I’m sick and sad about it” Facebook post. Sigh – my brain really wasn’t working at full potential.

Sunday, I slept in and was awoken to breakfast in bed and cuddled the morning away with Maggie. How do dogs have that sixth sense of their mama’s sickness? She took good care of me.

breakfast in bed

maggie cuddles

I woke up with the intentions of making this the BEST SICK DAY EVER – making a long list of all the movies I wanted to watch and naps I wanted to take. I  jumped between the couch and bed twice and then all of a sudden it was 6 p.m.

And then late Sunday night my sickness escalated. Just when I thought I was feeling better my body tricked me and then made me feel so much more miserable. Home sick today and this concludes my most whiny post. Being sick on the weekends is the worst – can we all agree?

On a happier note – thanks for all your kind words on my salon post! Here is my new shorter hair cut! These photos were taken on Tuesday before I was sick.



Stay healthy everyone!

xoxo katie

5 Friday Favorites – Halloween Edition!

Five Friday Favorites


I decided to walk down Halloween memory lane and post my 5 favorite Halloween costumes of all time. This was tough to decide. How to combine the innocent and fun costumes of my youth with the slightly risqué costumes I choose in college and lastly those more boring adult costumes? Well, don’t hold your breath, I saved you from the college costumes. Well…all except for one. I still celebrate Halloween with the spirit of  a child and simply love dressing up. So let’s dress up, pass around the Reese’s Peanut Butter cups, and party!


Costume: The Witch

Age: 5

Verdict: Adorable

I loved the fake hair attached to this vinyl witch hat. Also, doesn’t my brother look pretty cool as Dracula? This was the first year I got to experience the awesomeness of dressing up at school! (I don’t think they allow that anymore)



Costume: Fairy Princess

Age: 6

Verdict: So Sweet

I LOVED this costume. The wings, the tiara, the sparkles, and the plethora of pink! But wow mom, think you could have put anymore blush or bright blue eye shadow on me? I may or may not still have those fairy wings and they may or may not have been used for a Tinker Bell costume in college….

halloween fairy princess


Costume: Scary Old Lady

Age: 10

Verdict: Creepy!

This was a surprising choice for my little girly self. You’d think I’d continue along the princess route – but no I wanted to be creepy! I remember picking out this mask at Rebmans – the go to costume shop. By the time Halloween rolled around I had trained myself to breathe in this sweaty plastic mask and had perfected the most creepy old lady voice and laugh and walk. I had so much fun!

haloween old lady


Costume: Dorothy from Wizard of Oz

Age: 22

Verdict: Sexy Cute? Who knows…

So this is the one “sexy” Halloween costume from that era that seems like 75% of young women aren’t wearing much and can turn any character into the sexy version. At least I can eye roll at this now. But, if you can’t tell, I did make this dress on my own – sewing together various pieces I found at Goodwill. I was very proud that I didn’t buy the store-bought version. Then again I was a recent college grad and was broke.

sexy dorothy


Costume: Alice from Alice in Wonderland

Age: 29

Verdict: Adorable

Ryan and I did the whole couple costume thing last year. And look at that, I made full circle back to when I was 5 and decided to try Adorable again. How cute. Ryan was a sport wasn’t he?

halloweenalice in wonderland

Stay tuned for this years costume! We’re headed to a costume party tomorrow!

What are some of your best and worst costumes?

xoxo katie

Wedding Recap – Secret Garden Theme and Vision

People have been asking for wedding recaps and now that we’ve been married for just under 5 months I decided to tell some tales from Ryan and I’s June 2, 2013 wedding!

We had a short engagement – 6 months. Many people thought I wouldn’t be able to plan and execute a wedding in such a short time. But I knew exactly what I wanted. I believe that once you have a theme in mind, everything else will fall into place.

I’ve known for some time that I wanted a Secret Garden themed wedding.

The Secret Garden

Didn’t read the Frances Hodgson Burnett book? Then you and I had very different childhoodsI

As a child, I was enchanted by the book about a lonely and bitter English orphan girl who discovers the power and magic of nature and love. I was obsessed with the musical starring Daisy Eagan, Mandy Patinkin, and Rebecca Luker. The story  is both haunting and whimsical as it combines the mystery of love with the power of positivity, friendship, and nature. I had the perfect vision on how to translate the beauty of the story into our wedding day.

To me, a Secret Garden wedding was to look like a scene from a vintage countryside English manor. I wanted everything to have a soft, romantic and feminine feel. I chose white, cream, and pale shades of pink as my colors. I wanted the colors and details to evoke a whimsical fairytale.  All of the other details fell into place. The only thing missing in my mind was the venue.

I knew that I wanted to get married outside – no question! However, living in farm country, it was very hard to find a not too rustic outside location (that also didn’t take us outside of our budget). As soon as I toured Lime Spring Farm, I knew that this was the place Ryan and I would commit ourselves to each other forever.

Historic Lime Spring Farm

Lime Spring Farm is a preserved historic home built in 1720. It acted as a residence all the way up to 2004, before it turned into an event space. The white stucco buildings, beautiful gardens, brick and flagstone patios all had that beautiful shabby chic look I was pining for.




As soon as the venue was selected, a mere 16 days after getting engaged, I started shopping around for the perfect antiques to use as the table settings and decor to complete my Secret Garden wedding vision.

I now needed to find the perfect vintage pieces to set the stage. I wanted to feel like I was stepping back in time to a more grand and enchanting time. I was envisioning the Bronte sisters running through the haunted English moors, pining for a mysterious love and then returning home to a pristine sitting room to write while sipping on tea served in the prettiest of china. That is the wonderful paradox and conflict that is so well achieved in English Gothic novels – the  presence of  the romantic and powerful spirit of nature side by side with the innocent (repressed) and pure home front. Okay, don’t let me start going on a literary and feminism rant.


So, my mom and I spent weeks scouring antique stores for vintage books, vases, birdcages, knick knacks, and table runners. It was so much fun! My favorite items are the vintage typewriter, all of the vintage skeleton keys, the birdcages, and some of the truly lovely books we found like a hardback copy of Macbeth printed in 1880! Swoon!

In the end, I felt like my vision was complete. Everything from the colors, to the flowers, to the candles, was perfectly romantic and whimsical. Here is a little peek into my Secret Garden wedding. Stay tuned for more official recaps soon!


















Stay tuned for more wedding recaps next week!

xoxo katie

My battle with the hair salon

I’m getting my hair done today!

For most  women this is a joyful day. A time to look forward to where one can relax and unwind. For most people going to the salon feels like this:

this is the best

And then there is me.

I think I’m the only person in the world that can’t stand going to the hair salon. As soon as I walk up to the receptionist, my anxiety creeps in and I turn into this:


I look at the sterile rows of salon chairs and feel like I’m making a slow long walk to my death at an electric chair. I want to be excited, I’m coming here to be beautified! If only I could sit in the chair, read a book, and get done what I’m paying to get done.

Simply put, I hate small talk.

no small talk

Don’t get me wrong – I love my stylist. She’s very sweet. She remembers tid bits about my life and we usually catch up on what is new in each other’s lives. She also does an awesome job with my color!!!

However, this “catch up” usually lasts all of 5 minutes. I then feel like I’m scraping the edges of a steel barrow for something to talk about. Even while they are blow drying your hair, stylists seem to feel the need to shout questions at you. I have no desire to scream back to her about the weather or my shoes or what is on TV tonight.  It’s already so loud with all the blow dryers, extroverted chit chat, and bad music. Why is silence at a salon so unheard of? I just want to curl up in a ball!


I’m been itching for a change in my hairstyle lately. I’m thinking of going a little shorter – something like this:

hair 2 However, I know that as soon as I sit down in that chair I’m going to clam up and say, “just a little trim please!” Because the other times I’ve tried to say what I want, it usually turns into something the opposite of what I want. And, No, I do not want to buy $40 product! No matter what you say, it WILL make my hair greasy!

no no no

The only calm time at the salon is when my color is setting for about 20 minutes or the 2 blissful minutes of the scalp massage. Ah, quiet peaceful joy.

I also say I can just go home with my hair wet as it usually takes around twenty minutes to dry my long hair. That twenty minutes usually ends up feeling like an hour. I usually close my eyes so it looks like I’m asleep and I can avoid shout talking over the blow dryer. I just can’t wait to get the hell outta there!


After paying the too large fee, I push open the doors with a big smile and take  first non shallow breath I’ve had for over two hours. Time to go home and watch the Halloween special of Pretty Little Liars with a glass of wine while smelling how lovely my beautiful fresh hair looks!!!!! (I know, huge nerd alert).


Anyone else have salon anxiety? It can’t be just me, right?!

xoxo katie