Mama T's Famous Pumpkin Bread

Pumpkin bread was the first recipe I distinctly remember watching my mom make. I watched in awe as she combined the ingredients from memory, for Mom made this treat so often she did not need the recipe. Pumpkin bread was the first baked good I learned to make, glued to Mom's hip, standing on a chair to reach the counter top. It was pumpkin bread that first inspired my love of my mother's shared love of baking, and eventually, the joy of sharing that with others.

As her young children, my siblings and I were dismayed when Mom gave away pumpkin bread, as she often did. (Okay, fine, we still feel this way unless we are the recipients of such bread.) But as I grew older, we learned not only her baking tips but also the joy of sharing her talents. Mom always gave away pumpkin bread as a small token of love or expression of concern. To our community, the pumpkin bread was a Christmas present dropped at every neighbor's door step, part of a homemade gourmet dinner because her friend's parent had passed away, random teacher appreciation gifts, or served at every rosary group get-together.  Mom always seemed to have a hidden stash of pumpkin bread wrapped up and tied with a bow in the freezer, ready to give to any guest that might walk through the door at a moment's notice. She would wrap up mini loaves, label them with each child's name, and put them in the fridge, to our surprise, and we knew we had lunch and breakfast for the day. To say my mom was famous for not only her generosity and hospitality, but for this recipe, would be an understatement—and disservice to my childhood. But the best part about my mom and her recipe was that she was never afraid to give it away. Despite her seven children feeling quite possessive of it (and maintaining that she still makes it best of anyone), my mom has freely handed out her not-so-secret recipe to the masses that inevitably inquire. 

When I was in high school, a peer of mine worked at Zingerman's Bakehouse. One day when I was raving about my mom's pumpkin bread (What? I never do that about my mom's concoctions...) he laughed and told me that Zingerman's pumpkin muffins were better. "Is that a challenge?" I asked. "Sure," he smirked, "you bring in your mom's pumpkin bread and I'll bring in a loaf from work, and we'll trade and see whose is better." Being the competitor that I am, and knowing my mom's bread would win, I couldn't resist the challenge. However, I paused, knowing that I was getting the shorter end of the stick. Now all those local to Ann Arbor—and probably many who aren't—will understand the weight that comes with anything attached to the Zingerman's name. I won't say the Zingerman's pumpkin bread was bad—in fact, it was great. But it did not compare in the least to my mom's pumpkin bread. When the day came for our trade, the boy immediately admitted defeat. So, naturally, I asked for the rest of the loaf back, jealous that he was eating my mom's pumpkin bread. Looking back I should have called this a trick rather than a challenge, as my friend refused to return it, and continued eating the whole mini loaf himself.

Now, many think that pumpkin is only a fall flavor. But anyone familiar with our family knows this to be false—and praises God that my mom's delectable dessert is not limited to such a short season. I was just home in April for a wedding, and what was sitting on the kitchen counter when I got home? A ready-made loaf of pumpkin bread. (I was the first to see it, thank goodness, because public pumpkin bread loaves only last but a few minutes in our house!) Until becoming acquainted with Starbucks' pumpkin spice lattes (#PSL) that are exclusively available in the fall, I was blissfully unaware that pumpkin was limited to the fall season. And so, I have gladly reverted to my prior ignorance, and am perfectly content in doing so.

However, I do know some folks who have not grown up around the Thompson household, and are confused by the idea of making pumpkin bread in June (cue eye roll). I would like to say it is for their sake that I adapted my mother's pumpkin bread recipe into banana bread. To be completely honest, what really drove me to adapt my mom's recipe was the budget of a college kid who loved to bake (bananas are cheaper than canned pumpkin puree), and some old bananas lying around the field hockey house during preseason. After trying multiple banana bread recipes, I was disappointed by the dryness and lack of flavor that accompanied such recipes claiming to be the "best banana bread ever" (Pinterest fail). I figured there had to be a way to re-create the moistness of my mom's pumpkin bread in banana bread. After studying the recipe, I decided to substitute the pumpkin puree for a few ripe, mashed bananas and give it a whirl. I can't remember if it was by accident or inspired by nostalgia that I left in the spices—cloves, cinnamon, and nutmeg—which contribute to pumpkin bread's telltale flavor. Regardless, the magic that came out of the oven was reminiscent enough of childhood for me, yet still satisfied my teammates' summer tastebuds. It was my mom's pumpkin bread, in so-called "appropriate" seasonal form. Add chocolate chips, swirls of nutella—whatever you like—but do not take out the spices.

So without further ado, my mom's pumpkin bread recipe, adapted for banana bread:

Mama T's Famous Pumpkin (or banana) Bread

Dry Ingredients:
1-2/3 cup flour
1-1/4 cup sugar
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking powder
1tsp each: nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon

Wet Ingredients:
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/2 cup orange juice
1-1/4 cup (1 can) canned pumpkin puree OR 3-4 medium ripe bananas*
2 eggs

*Ripe bananas should have at least some brown spots on them and smell sweet. They should be fairly mushy when peeled.

Directions

1. Whisk dry ingredients in a small bowl.
2. Whisk wet ingredients together vigorously in a large separate bowl.
3. Gently fold in dry ingredients and stir only until blended. My mom cautions: Do NOT over-mix or the bread will be tough and full of holes!
4. Pour into lightly greased mini loaf pans (Mom uses four of them). If adding chocolate chips, mix them into the batter-filled pans now.
5. Sprinkle sugar in each loaf pan, atop the batter (key step! this gives the bread the sugary, crispy top that we kids fought over).
6. Bake in preheated 350° oven for 30 minutes.
7. Check center for “bounce back” prior to removing from oven. This means when you gently tap the center of the bread, your finger shouldn't sink into the bread, but the bread should ever-so-slightly spring back up.
8. Enjoy!

(Recently, I decided to cut 1/4 cup of sugar from my mom's original pumpkin bread recipe for the banana bread, simply because ripened bananas already have so much natural sugar, much more than unsweetened pumpkin puree. However, I don't think it is too sweet if you keep the extra 1/4 cup sugar.)

Happy birthday to my beautiful mother, Mama T! The world is a better place with you and your sweet treats in it. I love you! 

With a little grace,

               Kelsey

Like Mother, Like Daughter? I Can Only Hope

In honor of Mother's Day this weekend, and with my own mother's birthday just a few days later, I have decided to do a series of posts inspired by my mom. I've only recently figured out what I want to do in life, but I've always wanted to be my mom when I grow up. She's smart, hilarious, dancing in the kitchen, kicking butt and taking names at workouts (and life), hard-working, incredibly generous, selfless, devoted to Christ, and an amazing wife and mother—all while looking 20 years younger than she is! I attribute so many desirable qualities to my mother. Being the mother to seven children—and the "perfect mom” to them—it's truly incredible that she looks as good and young as she does. The number one question I hear people ask my mom when they find out, yes, she is the mother of both the eight-year-old and the 26-year-old is, "What do you do to look so good?!” Friends and peers often ask me regarding my mother, "How does she look like one of your sisters rather than your mother?" Well, I certainly pray to God that a large part of it is genetics! I hope to look as good as my mom does at her age. But for what hope and genetics can't do, I defer to the pro herself.

First of all, let it be heard that my mother works out like a dog—nay, like a militant. Attending workout classes at our gym with her, I was teased and badgered because my mom was kicking my "yass" (as she would say) even as a then-Division I athlete. Well, to my defense, she was "kicking yass" of everyone in the room, and that was no secret. She takes care of her body through strength, conditioning, and nutrition.

But more pertinently, my mother is a huge advocate of skin care and anti-aging regimens, specifically sun protection. Below are the top skin care secrets, including habits and products, that my age-defying mother swears by.

Sunblock + Sun Protection

I know, this is the one no one wants to hear. But this is the big not-so-secret, and why anti-aging is so relevant to young women, even more than women worried about wrinkles. My mother started wearing sunblock at the age of 21, and has worn it everyday since then—yes, even throughout all the Midwestern winters she's endured. She always applies—and reapplies the sunblock two to three times per day—to her face, ears, neck, décolletage, and the backs of her hands (the areas where she says a woman shows her age). If she will be exposing other areas of the skin (such as when going to the beach), she applies sunblock to those areas as well. She recommends at least an SPF of 30, but you better believe we grew up wearing SPF 75+ (three cheers for Irish skin!). Importantly, she adds that it must be broad spectrum sunblock, or state on the bottle that it blocks both UVA and UVB rays. Otherwise, it might only protect against UVB rays, which are the UV rays that cause a sunburn, but not the UVA rays, which cause signs of aging such as spots and wrinkles. (Think UVA for Aging and UVB for Burns.) This is why it is not always enough to have a makeup or moisturizer that includes SPF, unless it states that the SPF is broad spectrum. However, below I have included sunblock, tinted moisturizers, BB cream, and makeup foundation which all boast broad spectrum protection—and most of which I have used at one point or another! (If you shy away from sunblock use because of acne or oily skin, I recommend the Clear Face sunblock by Neutrogena, as it will not clog pores.)

Which one is the mama?

Fake Tanners (but not fake baking!)

If you know my mom, you're probably thinking right about now, But wait, Mama T always has that sun-kissed glow...? Well, you're right. First of all, unlike most of her Irish, porcelain-skinned children, my mom was blessed with skin that has a yellow-undertone (we get the Irish from our dad). But the winter blues get the best of even the most golden-skinned goddesses. So, my mother always supplements her natural glow with tanning lotions and potions. Now, everyone has heard the fake-tanning horror stories of orange-tinged skin and terrible tan lines. But we ladies in the Thompson household have been testing tanners for years now, and we can recommend many that will help you avoid the tell-tale signs of fake tanning. 

Clarins Radiance-Plus Golden Glow Booster

This stuff is the bomb-dot-com. Just add 1-3 drops of this serum to your daily moisturizer and you will have a radiant, sun-kissed glow, as the name suggests. I bought my first supply over a year ago and still have over half the bottle left. Easy to apply, effective, natural, and long-lasting? Count me in! I was put on to this glow-in-a-bottle by none other than—you guessed it—the mother.

Jergens Natural Glow

To build a subtle yet noticeable glow for the whole body, I stick to Jergens Natural Glow. This lotion builds a real-looking tan as it moisturizes, and it is fairly fool-proof for avoiding tell-tale streaking. Just be sure to exfoliate well before applying, and go light on elbows, knees, and ankles.

Kate Somerville Tanning Towelettes

These single-use towelettes help you achieve a healthy, natural-looking tan in just 3-4 hours. Apply in a circular motion to avoid streaks, and have someone help get hard to reach places like your back. Bonus: they are easy and convenient for traveling.

 

Like I said, joyful and dancing in the kitchen!

Skin Routine Extras

At bed-time, my mom recommends exfoliating with a scrub or electronic facial brush, such as Clarisonic’s Mia brush This cleans the face and opens the pores for the products about to be applied. A moisturizer is vital to the hydration and fullness of skin. Even over-the-counter moisturizers can be fantastic, such as Olay’s Regenerist Face Cream (another mom recommendation). Taking the routine a step further, my mom would recommend a Retin-A or Retinoic Acid cream, which helps prevent both acne and aging, but you do need a prescription for it. Most dermatologists are happy to give you one if you just ask.

In the mornings, Mama T recommends a Vitamin C and antioxidant complex, as these nutrients help block the free radicals (random, harmful rays in the air) that also contribute to aging. Personally, my mom loves Ole Henriksen Truth Serum Vitamin C Collagen Booster, and she's now hooked my sisters and me on it as well. Like her, we find it is worth the extra bucks, as it adds to the skin's suppleness and boosts collagen. (Final bonus: it smells delicious!)

If there is one beauty "secret" I hope my littlest sister, Grace, learns from our mom, it is to protect her skin—not for the sake of vanity, but for the sake of her health. I'm the first to say that I hope to to avoid wrinkles and maintain a youthful glow over the years, like my mom. However, my mom's emphasis has always been on the health benefits of sun protection, preventing skin cancers and diseases, with an added bonus of reduced wrinkles. While I strive to imitate my mother in appearance, I further strive to emulate her healthy habits and her infectious inner beauty. My mom's true glow is not from her skin, but from the beauty which radiates from within. I would love to look like my mom as I grow older, but what I really hope to possess are her kindness, love, and unrelenting faith: "Beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised" (Proverbs 31:30).

With a little grace, 

            Kelsey

Shopping for Classic Style

"This one is really young and fun, and perfect for spring... but I could see myself wearing this one so much as I get older," I debated, staring at two identically-priced dresses. Just a few days before the "black-tie optional" wedding I recently attended, I still had not decided on what I would wear. It was 9:00pm and the store was closing, so I had to make a decision. One dress, a silky black and floral cocktail dress with a cut-out back and higher hemline, was a high-end designer label on "super sale" (as my mom would say), making it hard to pass up. The other dress, a classic and more conservative navy blue sheath with a hemline below the knee and an illusion neckline, was pulling at my rational side. Although I felt the first dress would be flirty, fun, and perfect for the formal spring wedding, I couldn't see myself wearing it on many other occasions, and certainly not past my twenties. The cashier, patiently awaiting my decision, chuckled to herself as I processed this all externally. 

It may have seemed silly to the salesperson that I—a young twenty-something—was basing a purchase on whether I could wear the dress into the next decade. However, long-term re-wearability and "cost per wear" are always serious factors in my shopping decisions. If a dress is perfect for one big occasion, but I never wear it again, it has poor cost per wear. Rather, if I purchase a dress  like this Illusion Dress from Maggy London and wear it many times over the course of years (or decades), it has great cost per wear.

But how do you know if you will wear it for years, even decades, you ask? Well, personally I look at what my style icon—my mom—sticks to. When I asked her what she shops for, she replied just as I suspected she would, "Clean lines and neutral colors will never go out of style. I usually shy away from bold patterns because they often date the clothing." Her advice played out in my dress debacle: clean, simple silhouette in one neutral color, or a trendy shape with a floral pattern? The "clean lines" and "neutral color" of this navy dress proved to be an elegant combination that will pass the test of time better than my other option. 

We had to do a style shoot together since we were matching in classic navy dresses!

While I have Mama T to gather inspiration from, others may be left wondering to whom they should look for style inspiration. "Audrey Hepburn and Jackie O (Kennedy) had style that carried through the ages," my mother suggests. If you look up images of what they wore back in the 1920's and 1950's, chances are they still look good today. Similarly, if you think of yourself wearing the item of clothing 10 years from now, would it look foolish or fashionable? 

Timeless, classic (and classy) styles usually are modest in nature; anything too revealing is usually too avant grade to stay stylish through the ages (though there is a time and place for that!). However, classic clothing by no means needs to look "drab" or frumpy. Classic style can be just as sassy, sultry, or even "minxy," as my best pal and classic-style aficionado, Erin, likes to say. Erin expounds, "I love to show a little ankle and a little collarbone," which has the same effect as the illusion neckline of my dress. In fact, classic style is all about being subtly minxy and confident, without overexposing oneself. This navy dress portrays that combination well; its hemline falls below the knee and has a high neckline, yet there is nothing boring or unflattering about it. The winning combination of conservative yet alluring is the epitome of classic styles: something flattering and well-fitted, yet modest and moderate. While there is no flashy or loud print, the color and fabric are crisp, rather than boring. 

Looks like Grace doesn't need my "classic style" tips... she's already got it down! 

My husband hops in the photo shoot for a James Bond moment!

style tip:

Keep classics looking modern and updated with accessories, "Throw on a jean jacket, some lipstick, and a fun necklace or scarf to add a little flare," Erin suggests. My mom often layers multiple necklaces atop a sweater and a button-down. Here, I opted for glitzy, glamorous heels, statement earrings, and a bold lip color, such as this potent purplish-pink.

 

With a little grace,

          Kelsey

No Room for 'Fat Talk' in a One-Piece

Lately I’ve been loving the one-piece swimsuit trend that is coming back in style. Although one-pieces never really go out of style, in years past it has been harder to find a cute yet conservative swimsuit. Considering last year’s “bare it all” trend, I am happy to see young women donning fashionable one-pieces. When I posed the idea to do a style post featuring my favorite one-pieces for spring and summer, my husband asked if I would be modeling one. “Ha! no,” I immediately replied. While my muscular thighs may have been a good look in the 1950s, they are not exactly the “hot dog legs” we see on runways, in magazines, and on TV nowadays. My husband, reading my thoughts and aware of my Lenten promise, gave me a knowing look. 

This year for Lent, I gave up negative body talk (and attempted to give up negative body thoughts). In general, I mostly refrain from contributing to public body self-disparagement, also known as “fat talk,” and I eat and exercise without the intention of achieving some elusive body type. Yet the physical insecurities I have struggled with throughout my life inevitably creep back. While I usually feel confident in my athletic build—despite stretch marks and cellulite—I did not realize the pervasive nature of self-critcal body talk or thoughts until I tried to get rid of them completely during Lent. On far too many occasions, I have come home from my workout class on Tuesday feeling strong and secure, only to be complaining about the way my legs look on Wednesday.

Knowing my vulnerabilities and this Lenten promise, my husband urged me to pose for this post precisely for the reason I did not want to—because I do not look like a typical model (or even a typical “fashion blogger” for that matter). While I am posting these photos with a lump in my throat, I know my husband is right. I want my sister Grace—and all girls—to see body types other than the stick-thin look that the media deems as the only worthy body type. I want Grace to see what women look like without Photoshop; women who are still healthy and fit, yet whose appearance may not fit into the mold of a “perfect body.” 

By giving up body shaming, I not only helped change my psyche, but my silence (or explicit positivity) detracted from the fat talk of women around me. “When women refer to themselves as fat, other women around them are more likely to chime in with their own self-deprecation,” a recent Verily article cites. Think of the Mean Girls scene, “My pores are huge, my nail beds suck….” Lindsay Lohan’s character, new to the American culture, quickly picks up on the need for self-deprecation in order to fit in: “I have bad breath in the morning?” While this scene pokes fun at our cultural truism, it points out girls’ and women’s inherent need to contribute to negative body talk.

So why are women of all ages and body types so programmed to contribute to fat talk? Women not only feel like they have to say something negative, but it almost feels taboo to acknowledge positive qualities about oneself. Mean Girls again hits on this fact when queen bee Regina George says to Lindsay Lohan, “So you agree, you think you’re really pretty,” after Lohan’s character simply says “Thank you” to being called pretty. I’m all for humility, but this is decidedly different. Part of our problem may be that as females we do not know how to receive compliments, especially regarding our physical qualities. We often feel the need to brush off compliments and offer self-hate instead, opening the conversation to fat talk.

Another study found that women who engage in fat talk have higher levels of body dissatisfaction, shame, and eating-disorder behavior. Fat talk is not inspiring women to be healthy, but rather doing the opposite. Our culture complains—and rightfully so—about the media’s obsession with Photoshopped and unrealistic women, but women of all ages and body types casually engage in fat talk. We might not be able to change what we see in the media, but do we even realize the power of what is coming out of our own mouths? Imagine what your home, school, workplace, or team would like if fat talk stopped altogether. We do have the power to remain silent; better still, we have the power to say good, honest words to ourselves and others about our bodies.

To help steer our youngest sister, Grace, away from fat talk, my 19- and 20-year-old sisters and I have attempted to ban words like “fat” and “skinny” from our vernacular. We emphasize adjectives such as “fit” or “healthy” rather than glorify thin sizes or lament bigger builds. While we may not be able to control what Grace is exposed to in the media, we can control how we talk about ourselves and each other. One woman’s self-critique can spark an avalanche of self-disparagement, but another woman’s choice to love herself—despite her imperfections—can inspire a radiance of self-worth unbound by body image.

one-piece style tips

Part of loving your body is knowing how to dress it! Check out my one-piece favorites (all under $100) for your body type:

• Fuller Stomach: A one piece with ruching across the middle helps disguise the tummy. 

• Small Chest: A ruffle or contrasting fabric across the chest "confuses the eye," as my mom would say, and helps your chest appear more proportional.

• Fuller Bottom Half: Try a one piece with a fun pattern that keeps the eye drawn upward.

• Fuller Bust: A halter neckline helps balance the bust with the rest of the body, or try a suit like that supports without sacrificing style

With a little grace,

                    Kelsey

No-Bake Nanaimo Bars

My husband and I had two major hurtles to overcome before we were married:

First, he preferred at least one percent milk, while I was raised on skim alone. 

Second, whenever he was offered sweets, he did not feel the need to eat one—or five—of them, like I did. What?

The first problem Anthony solved when he texted me one day, “I found a solution to all our marriage problems!” Confused, I inquired what he meant. “If I add a little cream to skim milk, it tastes like one percent! We will never argue about which kind of milk to buy!” I laughed and shook my head, both disgusted and impressed at his "compromise." (We now both drink skim milk, by the way.)

Having a major sweet tooth, though, I thought the latter problem seemed the real disconnect. Sweets were my love language, meaning I enjoy both giving and receiving sweet treats. I often surprised my field hockey teammates with cookies after practice, made my roommates banana bread, and these days I lug cakes via public transportation for my co-workers’ birthdays. I even managed to bring a triple layer cheesecake through airport security for Anthony’s birthday one year. Gifting my sweet concoctions has long been my way of celebrating and showing others I care. 

So, when I first made Anthony something sweet and he did not dig into it right away, I was obviously offended. Did I do something wrong? Do you not like my gift? It required a lot of explaining that no, Kelsey, not everyone wants to double fist cookies and brownies at the same time, before I learned not to take Anthony’s seemingly abnormal behavior personally. 

However, learning of my then-boyfriend’s apathy toward sweets did not stop me. I was determined to make this Italian stallion an offer he could not refuse. My field hockey coach from Canada had recently brought our team these lightly-coconut, chocolate, creamy dream bars, named for the three layer rock they resemble in Nanaimo, Canada. Considering Anthony’s love for coconut and chocolate I knew I had found a winner. Being in a long distance relationship ("LDR") at the time, I appeared on Anthony’s college campus for the first time with these bad boys in hand. Let’s just say, we were finally speaking the same love language.

No-Bake Nanaimo Bars Recipe

Adapted from my college teammate’s fabulous food blog, The Bite Sized Baker

As someone who is not the biggest fan of coconut, I still devour these bars! The coconut flavor is subtle; obvious enough for coconut lovers like my husband, but not overwhelming for those apathetic about coconut like me. When I served these for dessert recently, my friend raved about them and asked for the recipe. Without further ado, here you are, Kit! 

Bottom Layer

1/2 cup butter, room temperature

1/4 cup white sugar

5 Tablespoons unsweetened cocoa powder

1 egg, beaten

1 3/4 cup graham cracker crumbs

1 cup coconut flakes

Middle Layer

1/2 cup butter, room temperature

3 Tablespoons milk*

*The recipe calls for heavy cream, but me being me, I only had skim milk, and that works just fine.

2 Tablespoons instant vanilla pudding powder

2 Cups confectioner’s (powdered) sugar

Top Layer

4 ounces semi-sweet chocolate

2 Teaspoons butter

Directions

1. On top of a double boiler (I just use a glass bowl sitting on a pot filled with boiling water), combine 1/2 cup butter, white sugar, and cocoa powder. Stir occasionally until melted and smooth. Beat in the egg, stirring until thick, about two to three minutes. Remove from heat and mix in the graham cracker crumbs and coconut .
2. Line an 8x8 pan with parchment paper (enough to overlap on all four sides). Press the batter down in the pan to form the first layer.
3. For the middle layer, cream together 1/2 cup butter, milk (or heavy cream) and the vanilla pudding powder until light and fluffy (this may take a while). Mix in the confectioners’ sugar until smooth. Spread over the bottom layer in the pan. Chill to set.
4. While the second layer is chilling, melt the semi-sweet chocolate and two teaspoons butter together over low heat, or for short bursts in the microwave. (If using the microwave, I recommend melting the chocolate and butter separately.)
5. Spread the third layer (chocolate-butter mixture) over the chilled bars. Let the bars set (and the chocolate cool completely) before cutting. When the chocolate has cooled and hardened, lift the whole thing out of the pan by lifting with the parchment paper. Cut, serve, and enjoy! 

Baker's Tip: Add food coloring to the creamy middle layer to make these bars appropriate for any holiday or celebration - green for St. Patrick's Day, pink for Valentine's Day, red for Christmas, yellow for Easter!

With a little grace,

                   Kelsey

Wedding Wednesday: Bridal Shower

Following suit with the "Wedding Wednesday" theme, today kicks off a series of wedding-related posts that will be featured occasionally on (you guessed it!) Wednesdays. After going to a lovely bridal shower this weekend of a longtime family friend, I was inspired to finally share my bridal shower pictures—only 10 months later!

The shower this weekend, filled with most of the same smiles as my own, reminded me of the gift that these family friends are to me. As the bride-to-be summed up so beautifully this weekend, "One of the best gifts my parents have given me is the gift of their friends, whose children have become my best friends." Not only have their children become my best friends and confidants, but my parents’ friends themselves have been a gift as role models, mentors, and now friends to me. My sweet shower was hosted by three of my mom's closest friends of nearly twenty years, and one of their daughters, who happens to be one of my nearest and dearest friends (and the genius behind Anchor Events & Design). Considering their part in helping to care for me as a child, exemplifying strong Catholic marriages, and showing me how to do the often thankless and unglamorous job of being a mother with such love and grace, it was only fitting that the shower was hosted and attended by many of these women and their daughters.  

The three hostesses of my beautiful bridal shower!

Some daughters of the "Church Ladies" AKA "Church Daughters"

My mom and her friends have taught me how to gracefully be a mother, wife, working woman, volunteer, and Catholic. While many of them are “homemakers” or “stay at home moms,” these spectacular women are nothing close to “real housewives.” As mothers whose children attended the same Catholic grade school (St. Franny!), who founded a bi-weekly rosary group that has included women in the area and prayed for their intentions for 10-plus years, who dedicate a work week’s time to countless Catholic charities and pro-life organizations, and who do their best to raise their children with strong Catholic values and faith, we prefer to refer to these holy women as the “Church Ladies.”  While they seem to “do it all” they also do not perpetuate the ever-elusive idea of “having it all” that we women tend to chase in circles. They are strong, confident, smart women who are humbly yet unapologetically proud mothers and wives (many of which have had successful careers). In a world in which women may feel that they are not enough if they are not working outside the home—not contributing financially, not being the “independent woman” that often we are encouraged to be—they are each the true definition of a “girl boss.” These wonderful women see the joy and importance of raising their children and realize the core that the family unit is to society. In a world in which the family seems ever more undervalued, these women help maintain Pope John Paul II’s belief that “as the family goes, so goes the nation and the whole world in which we live.” As I pursue graduate study with hope of someday being a marriage and family therapist, I also realize the power of being a wife, mother, and woman of faith, thanks to the Church Ladies. Their daughters are now young women with their own businesses, pursuing graduate degrees in medicine and health care, working in finance, banking, and digital marketing, successful college and high school students, and fellow kick-butt collegiate athletes. It is clear that the Church Ladies, through their example of hard work and faith, have encouraged their daughters to achieve just as much as men do, yet we, as their daughters, also know we can be proud wives and mothers, like our own moms.

The four Thompson sisters, Grace, Molly, Tess, & Kelsey, from left to right.

More of the exemplary "Church Ladies"

My mother and now "mother-in-love" - both beautiful ladies!

My bridal shower was a ray of sunshine and happiness on a day otherwise fittingly filled with May showers. The gracious hosts blew away any expectations I had for the event, which was done up to the nines. Guests were introduced to the theme when they received their invitations, square cards from Minted with a delicate orange tree atop a pastel background. The envelopes were addressed beautifully above shades of orange hand-painted by one of the hostesses, Erin Brede of AED.

At the shower, guests were greeted by a delicious display of soufflés, fruit, salads, mini desserts, and personalized sugar cookies by none other than Ann Arbor’s Emily Pierce. The orange patterned tablecloths made for a perfect background.

All the furniture had been moved out of the living and dining room (what an effort!) and was replaced by round tables, sporting mason jars filled with bright napkins and silverware at each place setting. For the centerpiece, they had spray-painted mason jars orange and filled them with yellow and orange tulips. 

My favorite detail, however, were the “place cards,” a clementine with the guest’s name held in place at the top by a green push pin — so clever and cute!

To my delight, the hostesses had printed and framed several pictures of my then-fiancé, Anthony, and me and placed them around the house as decor. (We now have these frames hanging in our bedroom!) Knowing that bikes were a part of our wedding theme, they also hung paper bike streamers from Paper Source on the fireplace.

At the front of the room, next to the chair where I later opened gifts, was a fake orange tree that one of the hostesses had apparently hauled up from a HomeGoods in Ohio—what dedication! 

If that all wasn’t enough of a labor of love already, the hostesses divided and conquered, each making a dozen or so loaves of my mom’s famous pumpkin bread! They wrapped each so beautifully in cellophane, tied with an orange polka-dot ribbon, and hand-stamped an orange tandem bike to each label. (I later incorporated this bike stamp into our wedding reception decor. More on that later.) 

The decor wasn’t the last of the details and dramatic flare. In the living room I found our own personal pianist (who just so happen’s to be Grace’s teenage piano teacher) all dressed up and playing live music. Just as we sat down for brunch, one of the Church Ladies, “Lady Di,”  appeared in a robe with curlers in her hair, as the pianist changed his tune to match hers, right on cue. Leave it to Lady Di to be the entertainment for the day, she performed a full song and dance (who knew she had such pipes?), complete with props, putting on makeup, and finally landing a big smooch on a fake Anthony. 

Getting a hoot out of Lady Di's performance!

The final surprises of the day certainly proved to save the best for last. As I finished opening gifts, everything became quiet, and suddenly, my handsome, smiling groom walked around the corner with a blue tandem bike, sporting a basket chock-full of picnic-in-the-park goodies! Anthony lived in Chicago, whereas the shower was in our shared home town of Ann Arbor, MI, and I had no idea he had sneakily driven into town the night before. It was such a sweet and thoughtful surprise, organized and executed by the lovely hostesses.

With Anthony and me both there, my sisters—my maids of honor—announced there was one last gift. They had us close our eyes, while they carried in the gift. We opened our eyes to find a two by three foot banner with letters and pictures hand-cut out of fabric and sewn onto the cloth. It read, “Just get me to the church on time…” with a groom running toward a little white church—identical to the church we were to be married in.

My parents had a very similar banner hanging from my grandparents’ house on the day of their wedding, and I had been determined to find it and re-use it. Despite combing through the attic at Christmas and asking my aunts and uncles about it, it was nowhere to be found. Knowing this dilemma, sisters arranged to have one of my best friends since grade school (another Church Lady’s daughter), who also happens to be an extremely talented and multifaceted graduate of University of Michigan’s Art School, craft a replica of the original banner. All they had to show her was a small picture of the banner from my parents' wedding album, yet the two banners could not have been more similar (aside from the respective churches). I was thrilled to use the meaningful banner not only at my wedding, but someday at all my siblings’ weddings. Maybe, just maybe, we will even keep track of it so our own children can use it someday… 

Erin Brede, one of the hosts, a dear friend, and the mastermind behind Anchor Event & Design (with her brand new babe!)

Caili, of Dilly Dalian, who made the banner!

Two dear high school friends from Ann Arbor

Thank you to all the lovely women who contributed to the joy that was my bridal shower! As you can see, I loved every aspect of it, and so appreciate all of your efforts.

With a little grace,

                           Kelsey

oscar style

Despite all the hype surrounding the Academy Awards, I am always most excited for the fashion. In fact, yesterday Anthony and I were driving back to Chicago from Kansas City (an eight hour drive!) and I made sure we left in time to be home for, not only the Oscars, but the red carpet premiere. I love tuning in an hour and a half ahead of the actual broadcast so I can see the enviable gowns celebrities flaunt on the red carpet. But I have to confess, I was quite underwhelmed by most of last night's fashion considering this is "Hollywood's biggest night." Despite some fashion faux pas and lackluster gowns, here are the stars who still wowed + the tips you can learn from them.

Priyanka Chopra in Zuhair Murad

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Maybe because I’m a recent bride (and not-so-secretly still wish I were in search of a wedding dress), but I adored Chopra's bridal-esque, embellished, lace, white and ivory gown. Her ensemble highlights what I think all bride’s should strive for—to flatter their best features. Chopra didn’t let a gorgeous gown take away from her even more stunning natural features: she used a belt to accentuate the waist of her hourglass figure and elongate her legs, and she pulled her hair back and opted for simple makeup so as not to distract from her beautiful face #thatsmilethough

• stylist tip: When wearing statement earrings, like Chopra’s, forgo a necklace (even with a strapless gown like hers!) to let the earrings speak for themselves. Add statement rings like this actress's to add another element of glam without making your jewelry compete.

Chrissy Teigen in Marchesa

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The bump? The back? The braid? Where do I start? Her fuss-free hair, open back, fabulous train, and adorable belly were but a handful of the factors that added to the jaw-dropping effect that was Chrissy Teigen. As you may remember from my last style post, I have a thing for red dresses, so I especially loved seeing the glowing mama-to-be don the cranberry red floral gown that complemented her olive complexion so well. 

• stylist tip: Like Teigen, balance V-necks and keyhole backs with long, elegant sleeves to show just the right amount of skin.

 

Olivia Munn in Stella McCartney

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Some of my favorite red carpet gowns throughout the years are those with simple, clean lines (à la Emma Stone in Calvin Klein). Even in unexpected orange, no one can go wrong with a classic silhouette like Munn’s Stella McCartney stunner. For such a bold dress, Olivia wisely didn’t mess with statement jewelry, but stuck to simple stud earrings. I love how the swooping one shoulder almost looks like a shawl. While most celebs seem to be in an arms race for who can show the most skin, I highly appreciate a classy and classic (yet updated) look.

• stylist tip: When trying a daring color, keep the silhouette simple and avoid distracting prints, like Munn. Choose makeup to complement the bold color, as Munn bares lipstick and cheek stain with orange undertones to complement her dress.

Mindy Kaling in Elizabeth Kennedy

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A classic LBD with an updated royal blue cape—what’s not to love?! I love how the edges of the cape created a contrasting off-the-shoulder look—one of my all-time favorite styles that oozes old-time elegance. The jewel-tone cape completed the regal look. Again, a sleek, pulled-back ‘do was definitely the cherry on top.

• stylist tip: Kaling mixes a closet staple (a simple black dress) with a fashion risk (a colorful cape) for a winning combination. Keep this duo (simple + risky) in mind when adding in fashion elements that are outside of your comfort zone.

Daisy Ridley in Chanel

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Ridley continues a trend among my faves—a sleek, pulled back hair style, natural makeup, and understated jewelry to let her dress dazzle! I loved this simple silhouette with the added peplum flare. She maintains Old Hollywood glamour but gives it a fresh, modern twist with an ankle-grazing hemline and sheer peplum frill. 

• stylist tip: Even when an event has an accepted style, don’t be afraid to go against the grain, like Ridley did at the Oscars. When everyone else wore the classic floor length gowns, she dared to stand out with a shorter hemline, and the payoff was huge! Ridley kept the formality of the dress with an all-over metallic color and embellishment.

Tracey Edmonds in Lorena Sarbu

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As a lover of all things timeless, including pearls and cap sleeves, I had to include Edmonds on this list. Yet again, bridal elegance radiated from this sparkling ivory stunner and Edmonds’ polished waves. From her nail polish to her understated jewelry, Edmonds lets her natural beauty and the shimmering, form-flattering dress do all the talking, which said “Oscar favorite for years to come.”

• stylist tip: Cap sleeves—an element that I added to my wedding dress—add class, coverage, and support to a strapless dress’s sweetheart neckline. Edmond’s cap sleeves add Old Hollywood elegance to her form-fitting gown, making it equal parts sweet and sassy.

With a little grace,

                           Kelsey

the devil is talking

“What the bleepity bleep are you doing you ugly bleepity bleep bleeper?! You are bleepity bleepin’ UGLY!”

A few weeks ago, as I was getting off the bus on my commute home, a man randomly yelled words I would not want Grace to hear and called me names a woman should never be called. He also called me ugly, multiple times, while shouting and staring me down. The experience was absolutely rattling. It came on suddenly and without being provoked, and, of course, no one should be treated that way in the first place. While it was certainly hurtful and scary (I started crying as I walked away), I paid little heed to his insults of being called ugly. If he had told me I didn’t have a thigh gap or that he could see the blackheads on my nose, maybe I would have felt truly insulted, and gone home to obsess over those “imperfections,” because those comments are true. However, I do not believe that I am ugly, so those words of his did not affect me. 

On the other hand, as I was thinking about publishing this journal, there were many moments I felt scared, inadequate, and timid. A voice stirred in me, threatening, people won’t like your writing, or this journal won’t resonate with people. On many occasions, I doubted the vision I had for this journal, thus coming to the momentary conclusion that I should not go through with it. This was not a scary man yelling in my face; this was a voice in my own head. Yet, this voice frightened me one hundred fold more than my encounter with that unkind stranger. This was the devil talking.

My spiritual director, Fr. John Kartje, once told me that the devil does not bother attacking us at our strengths, but rather he attacks our weak points. The devil tempts us where he knows he has a chance to win; he does not want to waste his energy. The devil is a cocktail to an alcoholic, it’s just one drink, you’ll be fine, no one will know, it whispers. He speaks through our vices, our weaknesses. Personally, I tend to get overly concerned about validation from others (maybe because I am a words of affirmation person) rather than being secure in my value as a child of God. The devil knows that, and uses that fact to his advantage. Recall the words that the voice in my head—the devil—used to tempt me: people will not like my writing, it will not resonate with people. He speaks precisely to our weaknesses. Similarly, when I get overly concerned with my body image, the voice in my head is not questioning whether I am healthy (I know I am!), but rather my appearance and body type—something inherently related to the validation of others. Conversely, the devil does not bother tempting me where I am confident and strong. The devil does not tell me that I cannot persevere or work hard enough for a task, for in that I am confident. Likewise, he does not tempt me with lies or provoke anxiety about my marriage, for he knows in that I am secure—strong and protected, like a fortress.

While the devil produces anxiety, Jesus instills peace. Shortly before releasing this journal, I went to Eucharistic adoration with the fears and doubts the devil had instilled in me regarding its release to the public. I came to Jesus, in His presence, bearing these insecurities and temptations. I left with a sense of peace and confidence, and soon stumbled upon this quote from Pope John Paul II, “It is Jesus who stirs in you the desire to do something great with your lives, the will to follow an ideal, the refusal to allow yourselves to be grounded down by mediocrity, the courage to commit yourselves humbly and patiently to improving yourselves and society, making the world more human and more fraternal.” This perfectly described my motivation behind With A Little Grace and this, as JPII says, was all ignited by Jesus! Jesus inspired the vision and mission of this journal. So, it makes sense that the devil would vehemently try to oppose my mission. But I could not let the devil win this battle; I published With A Little Grace the next day! 

In the places where the devil stirs up doubts, in the wounds where he whispers lies, in our weaknesses where he tempts us, Jesus encourages us. It is precisely in those dark places where Jesus wants to bring His light. Jesus eagerly awaits for us to come to Him in our weakness, with our open wounds, and to ask for His strength and healing there: "My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is perfected in your weakness” (Corinthians 12:9). Reflect on where the devil is talking in your life. We all have weaknesses, doubts, and vulnerabilities where the devil festers. While it is easier to keep our wounds hidden, Jesus longs for us to reveal them to Him, so he can heal with his saving grace.

With a little grace,

                      Kelsey

Love + Red Dresses

As my last two posts have been a bit heavier, I thought it was time for something a little more fun and light-hearted. In honor of St. Valentine's Day tomorrow, what better excuse to share our professional engagement photos—wearing a classic red dress nonetheless?! Our photo shoot took place in my beloved Harbor Springs, MI (where we were married in July) and we were photographed by the incomparable Cory Weber (the man behind the lens for many of the stunning professional photos on this site). I could not think of a better occasion or outfit to showcase another major aspect of this journal—classic, graceful style.

the red dress: I decided to wear a classic red dress for the occasion, not because it was near Valentine's Day or Christmas (though those are both perfect for donning the festive color), but because I believe in a red dress's potency and power. Red is a color many women feel uncomfortable wearing because it attracts attention or they feel the color doesn't flatter them. However, I believe red is a striking color that oozes confidence because it stands out against the blues, blacks, and neutrals in the room or in the landscape. I also firmly maintain that red does look good on everyone—it just depends on the shade! Think you could never wear a cherry red like my dress? Try a burgundy or marsala color that is more neutral, or a more tomato red (orange undertones).

stylist tips!

• unsure which shade of red looks best? Pick a color similar to your favorite shade of red lipstick. If it looks good on your skin as lipstick, the color is bound to flatter you as a dress
• uneasy about wearing such a striking color from head to toe? Start with pops of red in your accessories such as shoes, handbags, jewelry, or a belt (like mine, which I added to the ensemble), or of course red lipstick!
• Red is an attention-grabbing color, something to keep in mind when selecting the style of the dress. I chose a dress with more coverage (higher neckline, cap sleeves) and looser fitting (A-line so it didn't hug my curves) to compensate for the color's strong qualities. I do love its V-back though—it shows just the perfect amount of skin!
• Red is a good base color for neutral accessories: black or nude pumps, a blingy or pearl necklace, and gold or silver jewelry. I also love to wear this red dress with a leopard belt (instead of a matching red one) for a more fun + edgy look.

While my dress and coat are both vintage Banana Republic, check out similar styles currently being sold (or available for rent)! I added various shades for various skin tones + preferences.

With a little grace,

                        Kelsey

40 Days Without Makeup: How I Discovered the Best Foundation

In case it snuck up on you like it snuck up on me—Lent starts tomorrow (what?!). Especially in the years in which the Lenten season comes early, it can be tempting to choose something familiar to give up in the mad rush before Ash Wednesday. If you, like me, are still unsure what to commit to this year, I encourage you to spend time in prayer about this decision (even if it means starting a few days late). While participating in Lent is a feat in itself, I found that what we commit to can have a lasting impact. Two years ago, as a senior in college, I wrote the following Lenten reflection for my cousins’ blog, Princess Prayer, now Castle. Although reading this piece may be the second time around for some of you, I hope my insight serves as solidarity and inspiration for the question we ponder this time of year,“What should I give up for Lent?” As we pray over our Lenten commitments, may we recognize where we most need God’s grace in our lives and be willing to receive it there.

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One of the unfortunate aspects of going to a school on the quarter system is having an extra set of finals, as we have three terms per year, rather than two. Finals in college mean several things: late nights, coffee, anxiety, stress…and for me, a glowing breakout of blemishes and pimples. Thank you, stress! While a little acne is certainly nothing new to me, my winter finals—and the inevitable breakout they caused—last month posed a new challenge: no foundation or concealer to cover them up! I had given up makeup for Lent. 

I had acquired the perfect regimen to conceal my usual blemishes (Make Up Forever concealer + a foundation brush, thank you very much!), and of course I loved to add eyeliner or mascara, and lipstick for special occasions (I am totally digging the red lip trend). You might even call me a “beauty junkie”—I love reading about the latest and greatest beauty products and collecting my slew of samples from Sephora. 

But why makeup? Wouldn’t giving up desserts or Facebook for Lent do the job? Well, certainly for me, going without sweets or social media would also require the sacrifice and discipline that Lent calls us to. But when I read about the idea to give up straightening or curling your hair, I knew exactly what God was calling me to sacrifice this Lent. Although I play collegiate field hockey, I also indulge my inner girly-girl: I love to dress up and get all glam. For this reason, I knew going 40 days without makeup would be the perfect Lenten challenge, but there was more. I wanted my Lenten sacrifice to be something that helped me grow in faith and virtue, not solely a sacrifice that strengthened my discipline. 

Especially as women, we expect so much of ourselves. We hold ourselves to a seemingly impossible standard of working out, acing our classes, landing the perfect job, baking a cake for our best friend, and a million other things, all while looking “flawless.” Yet one of the most dangerous things we can do to our spiritual lives is to look like we have it all together. We are human. We are broken. We are sinful. Every one of us. And covering up that frailty, that humanness, allows us to say to Jesus, “I’ve got it, I don’t need you.” Personally, the sins I struggle with most are “sins of the heart,” as my dear friend calls them. Independence from God, righteousness, judgement, jealousy, pride… The sins that we commit on the inside while looking like everything is perfect on the outside. It is easy to “put on a face” (figuratively and literally), and present myself to the world as if everything is okay. Regardless of the brokenness I’m feeling or the sins I’m committing, I can wipe on a smile and fool my friends, family, and certainly strangers. But Jesus is never fooled. Jesus sees right through our foundation and concealer, past our Crest-whitened smiles into the true, broken humans that we are. Yet under society’s pressure to hide our vulnerabilities, weaknesses, and sins, we continue to do so.

Father Manny Dorantes, a priest here at Northwestern, once said that pride—appearing and believing we have it all together—is one of the worst sins we can commit, “For when we are proud, we don’t feel that we need to be saved, and when we don’t need to be saved, we don’t need a savior, and when we don’t need a savior, we don’t need Jesus.” Although the world tells us to be strong, confident, and proud, all relationships require vulnerability in order to form a close connection. Even as little kids we understood this; we told our deepest secrets to only our best friend, “I still watch Barney…don’t tell!” As young adults we continue to do this, as our closest relationships are often those with whom we can share our personal and emotional vulnerabilities. In the same way, accepting Jesus into our lives requires vulnerability on our part. It requires us to look at ourselves and say, “Jesus, I am broken, sinful, and far from perfect.” Jesus died on the cross for our sins, not for the perfect image of ourselves we create. We are made perfect through Jesus’s death and resurrection, as we will commemorate on Good Friday. In order to enter into a relationship with Him, we must first recognize our need for His saving grace. We must feel the urgency of the word, “Hosanna,” which means “Savior, now.”   

For me, it is embarrassingly easy to let go of the urgency and meaning of Hosanna, despite the countless times I have sang it. I build myself up to believe that I don’t need a savior at all, or any help for that matter. Regardless of how I really feel, I like to look like I have it all together, to cover up my vulnerabilities, to dress the part, whatever the role. When I cover up these sins and weaknesses, I convince myself I can do it all on my own. I turn my back to Jesus, and say, “I’ve got this, I don’t need you.” Going au-naturel this Lenten season has been a daily reminder that I don’t have it all together. My “physical vulnerability,” if you will, has allowed me to devote less time to independence and pride, and rely on the fulfillment that Jesus’s healing brings. While makeup is certainly not bad, it is one of the many paths to creating the dangerous image that we have it all together. So, though my spring quarter finals may bring their usual breakout, the foundation I rely on to cover up my blemishes should not be found in a bottle. The foundation that has already covered all of our blemishes was found crucified on the cross.

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Check out more inspiration to have your #BestLentEver or check out what Pope Francis suggests you give up this year.

With a little grace, 

                       Kelsey

New Beginnings

Sitting around the dinner table, surrounded by her family, a seven-year-old girl sat swinging her feet, her legs just long enough so that her toes barely grazed the floor. She listened observantly to the spirited conversation between her parents and six older siblings. Her vibrant blue eyes followed the exchanges back and forth across the table, but she withheld her soft, sweet voice as she absorbed the exclamations and opinions. Without any intention of finishing her plate, she twirled her plain-buttered noodles around her fork. Unexpectedly, she was drawn into the conversation by the question, "What is YOUR favorite quality about yourself?" Now the center of attention, she pursed her lips and squinted her eyes. In a sweet and unassuming tone, she quickly replied with innocent certainty, "My feet!"

This little girl is my sweet, joyful, and innocent eight-year-old sister, Grace.

Grace   |   proper noun   /grās/  
: a sweet and joyful little girl absolutely adored by all who know her; just as beautiful on the inside as on the outside

grace  |  noun   /grās/  
: a way of moving that is smooth and attractive and that is not stiff or awkward
: a controlled, polite, and pleasant way of behaving

grace   |   noun   /grās/  
: God's gift of salvation, granted to all sinners, which was purchased for us through Jesus Christ's death on the cross

I have watched Grace grow up over the past eight years, acutely aware that she has also been observing me. Grace has witnessed my other two sisters and me navigate those tricky teen and early adulthood years. What we say, do, or wear influences her in ways we may never fully realize.

When I look around and see what she is facing—a world obsessed with instant gratification, sex, warped body images, and a culture constantly attempting to convince her that she is unworthy—I hope to encourage her to live against the grain.

I hope my sister grows up without thinking her arms are too big or her chest is too small. I hope she appreciates her able body and realizes her so-called imperfections only contribute to her beauty. I hope while she enjoys fashion and beauty, she knows the most attractive thing she can wear is her sweet smile. I hope she maintains confidence and independence, yet feels just as proud to be a loving wife and mother as a successful working woman. I hope she finds joy in hospitality and in sharing her kitchen with others. I hope she pursues a relationship with a man who recognizes her immeasurable worth, and treats her accordingly. I hope she prepares for her marriage more than she prepares for her wedding (but enjoys that too!). I hope she embraces her authentic femininity and the unique design of the female body. I hope she maintains her faith in Christ despite the inevitable hardships of life. Through it all, I hope she knows there are girls like her, struggling with the same issues and trying to maintain the same values. She is not living against the grain alone. 

I have the same hopes for Grace that you may have for your own daughter, sister, wife, friend, or yourself: to be confident, successful, joyful, respected, and to know that she is loved. Therefore, I write to all of you and the beloved young women and girls in your life. My mission is to promote elegance, class, virtue, faith, confidence, purity, and grace—values that are often abandoned in today’s world. A journal for women and girls of all ages and walks of life, it is my hope that my words serve as comfort and inspiration, especially for those in need of confidence or community. Every post in this journal is written as a love letter to Grace, intended to promote all types of grace and with my Grace in mind. 

Wherever your journey may lead, I hope it is enhanced with a little grace.