Ok, so about me, hmmm?
I’m just a girl who grew up loving art but never really believed I could ever do anything with it to support myself. So I left it behind and graduated with my Business degree (’cause I had to pick something), and did accounting and HR for almost 10 years.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I loved my job. I started at a great company my senior year of high school. They were patient as I worked my schedule around college, and I learned more from that job than I ever did in expensive business classes. I don’t regret a day of it.
But seven years into working there…my boss gave me a Kitchen Aid mixer, and a year after that, my friend Niki dragged me to a Wilton cake decorating class.
There was no going back. I fell hopelessly, madly in love with baking and all things sugar art. So throwing caution to the wind, I applied for and got accepted into culinary school!
Culinary school itself was a full time job. I still had to work full time at my company to pay tuition and rent, and I was working an additional 30+ hours each week between a restaurant and bakery to complete my internship hours for school. Which means, I didn’t sleep for two years.
During the last year of culinary school, I met the love of my life, Mark and married him six weeks later. Five minutes after that, our first born was on the way. I knew that there was NO way I was going to attempt to finish school while working two jobs, an internship AND grow a tiny human. I knew myself…and therefore knew that THAT idea was “mental breakdown” material. I quit my beloved HR job, waddled my way around the restaurant, and powered through culinary school. Pre-labor started during finals week, and I gave birth to Ayla 5 days later.
And, then I had two more. Linkoln & Hunter. My tiny army is AMAZING.
But being the workaholic that I am, three kids didn’t keep me as busy as I needed to be. So one day, I decided to make a friend a cool birthday cake. I just thought that would be fun, right?
Turns out, “fun” was an understatement.
I dusted off my culinary school text books. I looked up some YouTube videos on cake decorating…starting dabbling in a li’l bit o’ this and a li’l bit o’ that… and my sleepy inner artist came roaring back to life.
And she REFUSED to be laid back down to rest.
Hence, Bakermama was born…and I haven’t looked back. It’s crazy how God often seems to have a plan for us that’s a BAJILLION times better than we could have ever dreamed up…and sometimes, we just need to get out of our way, gather all o’ the courage we can muster up, and go for it.
THANK YOU for trusting me to contribute to your celebrations. Whether it’s a 1st or 80th birthday, or smashing a piece of wedding cake into your new bride’s face, I get to be a part of something that matters. You all allow me to live my dream and do what I love (while eating it too). My cup truly runneth over!
“Let’s face it, a nice creamy chocolate cake does a lot for a lot of people; it does for me”. -Audrey Hepburn