like riding a bike


That’s what they say, isn’t it? “It’s just like riding a bike” or whatever. Once you learn, you can pick it up and do it anytime. It must be muscle memory or something that I don’t understand because I’m not a physicist or a doctor.

I suppose that was a quite verbose way of saying, “guys, I forget how to blog”. Or what to blog about. Or how to just write down what I’m thinking and throw it a few jokes for laughs because I’m into that sort of thing.

Since I’m flying high on opiates right now, that were prescribed – thank you very much, I thought I should carpe this diem. You know?

Have you ever rushed into anything? Well I have. And in a way, I feel like I rushed back into this blog. I’m not sure I love the new name, but I do. It’s weird. I feel like a part of me is still with a CH, but that wasn’t me. Blogging is weird like that, though.

Perhaps that’s just me feeling generally weird about everything though. This past year has been a rough one. When I thought 28 had been terrible, 29 threw me a curveball. I turn 30 this week and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’m very hopeful for 30 but, at the same time, I’m also very hesitant about it.

I guess this post turned out to be quite a downer, and not even remotely funny. What is my life? But the summer is here, I’m alive so it’s all good.

welcome to the newness


If you’re reading this, you’ve probably noticed a few things that have changed around here. A new blog has been born, complete with a semi-sarcastic name but with a lot of truth to it. I guess this is where I explain, so I’ll get to it.

Shortly after I took a blogging sabbatical, I realized that I had strayed from all of the reasons that I had started this blog years ago. I have always loved writing, always. And I always seem to get myself into the weirdest situations and a dear friend urged me to start documenting it on the internet for the world to read. That’s what I did. But then I got into blogging and was surrounded by a lot of people who took it very seriously. This rubbed off on me, in a big way.

I turned into a perfectionist, which is something that I don’t generally strive to be, and this place became a place of anxiety and stress for me. More of a commitment than an outlet. As I thought long and hard about what I wanted from blogging, it was simple: community and writing. Maybe that means outfit posts and recipes but it doesn’t mean that I have to do anything. Ever. Because this is my space and I’m blogging for me.

Changing the name of this blog wasn’t something that I took lightly. But I had come to resent “with a CH” and the whole idea of being a brand was too much for me, so I knew I had to cut it loose. I hope you all don’t hate me for it!

If you have made it this far in this post, thank you. You are the reason that I’m back. I have missed you all, greatly. I’m still sprucing up the site a bit, so if you see anything wonky, etc. please let me know!

the next chapter

onto the next // via


I have been thinking about writing a post like this for a long time. I can’t exactly pinpoint when my feelings about this blog changed, but they have. A lot of shit went down in 2013, I mean, a lot. I changed jobs, my boyfriend changed jobs, I was actually ill the entire year (and when I think about that, it makes me want to cry), I had open heart surgery #2, and I struggled to keep up with this blog.

I used to love blogging, and spending my weekends dedicated to making content for you all, but ever since July (when I had my chest sawed open) my priorities have definitely changed. I am not a girl who can stay up all night working on blog things. I cannot burn the midnight oil to make a collage. I go to bed before 10pm. And I’m still not fully recovered from my surgery.

The emotional trauma of the surgery still haunts me, and here we are, 6 months later and I’m not even recovered yet. That in and of itself, is plenty for me to deal with and is obviously stressful. The thought of blogging and stressing about making sure I comment on enough blogs, post to Instagram x times daily, etc. makes me want to sit down and cry. Trust me, I’m not telling you this to be dramatic or to drum up any sympathy, at all. I want you all to understand. It’s taken me nearly 30 years to know when enough is enough.

Maybe I’ll blog again. Perhaps I’ll move strictly to vlogging because I really do love that, and I think you all do as well (I could be wrong here, so let me know). I might come back as a vlogging food blog, who knows!? But for right now, what’s best for me, my health and my happiness is to step away from this blog. I didn’t make this decision rashly, I cried a lot (crazy, I know) over this decision and that’s how I knew it was time. Blogging shouldn’t feel like an obligation and I shouldn’t tie my self-worth up in my blog stats (WTF). I have a full-time job that I actually love, an apartment that is mostly clean, a family that loves me, and an amazing boyfriend and right now, that’s all I need.

What I’m not doing? Disappearing from the internet completely because well, I’m not a crazy person! You can follow along in my day-to-day on pinterest, instagram and twitter if you’d like.

bee venom mask

Bee venom? On your face!? Yes. Sounds crazy, right? I thought so too. But when the lovely folks at Abeeco approached me to try their product, I obviously was into it. If this gets rid of wrinkles like Botox, sign me the f up. Amiright?



First take, I loved the ingredient list. I could actually read it, guys. It says to test a small patch before you go ahead and slather it on. So I did that. It is worth noting here that if you are allergic to bees, you clearly shouldn’t use this product.

After I determined that I wouldn’t have to use my epi-pen, I proceeded to slather this over my face. The first time I used it, I did so as a mask: massaging gently, apply a generous layer to your face and neck twice daily and leave for 20 minutes. ¬†Wash off. I noticed that my skin was super moisturized (huge plus during the winter), wasn’t greasy (another huge win) and it seemed more plump. The next use was as a moisturizer.

I really, really like this mask as an addition to my skin-care routine. It’s really moisturizing and oddly is super matte, which is great because nothing is worse than your skin being an oil-slick. That is not cute.

Questions? Comments? Let me know!