Hi-hi. I’m Lily, short for Lillian.
I’m a moderately directionally challenged gal with pin-straight hair.
I am the second oldest out of a brood of 5 and grew up thinking handy-downs were actually called hand-me-downs. A simple mistake.
Another simple mistake I have known for is baking with non-baking containers, and then this happens:
Then I discovered that colorful patterns on aprons are the key to success in the kitchen:
Anyways, enough about my amazing moments.
Sometimes I refer to my father as the Pirate. This is purely for the fact that my summers as a child were spent on a family boat where my father proudly called his progeny ‘skippers,’ a flag that looked like something from Captain Hook was flown, and I’ve never known a man to be more at home in a floating fiberglass contraption.
Much to my mother’s distress, Pirate likes to decorate the house with his sea-themed items.
I hope you enjoy what I write and don’t write.
I hope you laugh when I melt things.
I hope you cry when I have mushy moments with Mr. Speedy (or sigh…. crying might be a little extreme).
Let me make your heart smile.