Painting with Ketchup

December 23, 2015 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, Life In Your 20's, life lessons

Paint Nites, if you don’t know, are events held at local restaurants and bars where a painter walks you through replicating some painting to the best of your ability while you sip on a cocktail. You sign up based on which painting you want to replicate. I recommend enrolling via Groupon vs. the actual Paint Nite site ($25 vs. $45, respectively).

I went to art school for a whole year in fifth grade. I don’t paint on any regular basis, but I do have creative bones in my body. There’s this one 3-D painting I created three years ago that I used to hang over my fireplace in my apartment until my mom visited and asked why I had it on display.

Warby Parker Frames to Frame the Fall

October 14, 2015 by astoldoverbrunch in Cazey's Column, Life In Your 20's, Leisure, Makeup Sales, Sara's Column, Social Media

Sara has ordered glasses online before, and it always makes her a bit nervous. On the previous site where she bought glasses, you could try them on via a picture you uploaded. However, you don't exactly know what they'll look like before you already pay for them. Consequently, Sara is the proud owner of two pairs of glasses that look ridiculously bad on her. Returning them seemed pointless, though, because they were cheap and she'd only get store credit. Which is what makes Warby Parker so nice.

We recently ordered several Warby Parker frames to try on as we get into fall's groove. We'd love your help figuring out which pairs look best on us! (Or do they all look good?!)

Things That Happened at the Masquerade

February 09, 2015 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, Life In Your 20's, Sara's Column

A couple weekends ago, Sara and I attended a masquerade ball. I sit on the exec board for the organization that hosted the ball, so my favorite game of the night was having everyone guess how much the ball cost. Since our tickets were free, we decided to go all out on our masks. Unfortunately, the first couples' set we chose sold out, but we received a discount for our next choice. We chose - I should be real here; I chose - a metal filigree mask that was hot as Hades. Truly, my only wish for the evening was to get a killer profile pic. However, the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Leading up to the ball, I asked my friends where they were getting their masks. The most common response was, "Oh, are people wearing masks? I wasn't going to."

Me: (I guess I'll leave my $22 mask at home. Uh, no.) "You should wear a mask; I hear everyone else is."

In defense of singledom

September 22, 2014 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Dating, Guest Post, Life In Your 20's, life lessons

Today let us forget the saying that there are two types of people, those that categorize people into two types and those that don’t, and let’s consider the dichotomy of young newlyweds versus stickin’-it-out singles.

everal things have got me thinking on this topic including reading a Katharine Hepburn biography (where have all our steadfastly single icons gone?) and I’m fast departing my early, “carefree” 20s (I don’t know what is carefree about taxes, IRAs, and 6 AM alarms). Also, my dad has asked me in the past year when he can expect grandchildren.

A Paddle ball Christmas Tale

December 27, 2013 by Sara Woznicki in Humor, Life In Your 20's, life lessons, Sara's Column, Tweets and Mascara

After spending the past few nights playing around with the new paddle ball my mom bought me for Christmas while listening to Hall and Oats, I determined that this paddle ball was superior to every paddle ball of Christmases past. Sidenote: a paddle ball in the stocking is a Christmas classic in my family.

Returning to my revelation, I spent every night playing with it, shocked by how many advances a simple paddle ball could have since my childhood. The thing is premium wood with a hole to hold the ball for easy storage. Truly beautiful craftsmanship.

Then I had another major revelation: I need a life. Not only had I played with this paddle ball EVERY NIGHT before bed, but I have been getting a bit stressed on the nights that I couldn't seem to paddle ball adequately enough. But don't you dare say anything about Hall and Oats: "Rich Girl" is a total classic AND the number one soundtrack to paddle ball to.

Anyways, after realizing that I am being a giddy child over a piece of wood with a ball attached to it, I decided I have come to terms with it because it is tradition (albeit a weird one). I have always been this excited about the Christmas paddle ball, and just because I am old and "mature" and whatnot, doesn't mean I shouldn't get to derive the same pleasure of tradition.

In a year where my life has been in a constant state of change, there is no reason I shouldn't be allowed to partake in a tradition that reminds me of home. Even this holiday, when I couldn't make it to see family, I was still able to retain some semblance of Christmases back home, while simultaneously picking up new traditions (a Skype Christmas with my family, followed by a really wonderful Christmas with a friend and his family).

So here's hoping you got your paddle ball fix this Christmas, or whatever tradition that makes you most happy!