What’s With The Name?

I know it’s the day before Thanksgiving and I should be sharing something Thanksgiving-ish.  Not gonna happen.  But I fully intend to post a few family recipes after the holiday.  My grandma makes a mean stuffing and I would be doing the world a disservice not to share. 

In the past few months, I’ve gotten several emails, comments, and messages asking about the name of this blog.  I’ve also read some really mean and nasty things about it, too.  That’s always fun.  I just got another question about it today, so I figured I’d take a few minutes to explain. 

If you read the tagline on the header above, it’s pretty self explanatory, but I can also see how the name might cause you to infer something completely inappropriate, too {cue maniacal laughter}.  It’s all just a play on words, people.  That’s it.  Nothing more.  Since this is a food/home/décor/RANDOM blog, the name is just that…something that incorporates a little bit of all of it.

Pearls, Handcuffs, and Happy Hour

Here’s how it all breaks down…

Pearls = June Cleaver. 

I’m far from the iconic TV mom, but every now & then I try to play the part of a 1950’s domestic goddess. **Try** being the operative word.  I’m far from it.  Truth be told, I‘m typically cooking my my granny jammies because I couldn’t wait to rip off my work clothes and get comfy.  The house is a mess 95% of the week because I’m just too tired to worry about it.  I’ve got no less than 5-6 piles of laundry in the laundry room at any given time.  The kitchen is a mess…an absolute TORNADO…while I’m cooking and heck if I can get everyone in this household to eat the same thing.  I give up. {PS:  I don’t own any pearls}

Handcuffs = Martha Stewart.

Now go ahead and get your mind out of the gutter people.  I don’t own any of these, either.  But you might remember that the goddess of all things beautiful and crafty was once in prison…hence the handcuffs.  I don’t plan on heading down that same ill-fated road she traveled, but every now and then I like to get my “Martha” on and craft a few things and try to decorate the house, too.  That’s where the handcuffs fit in. {See, not totally terrible ;)}

Happy Hour = That’s all me :)

I enjoy Happy Hour.  Yes, I do enjoy the kind of happy hour you can only find at your local brewery, but I also enjoy the “happy hour" I get every night before bed…that’s the one hour of peace and quiet I get when everyone in the house is sleeping.  I also enjoy the “happy hour” I get when I get my boys ready for bed each night…the crazy bathtime, stories before bedtime, prayers, and cuddles.  That’s where I got ‘happy hour’.

While I realize that it’s a “train wreck” of a blog name, I like it.  And it makes me chuckle thismuch every time I open up the blog.  And if you were ever curious or wondering what I was on when I decided to name my little slice of cyberspace, now you know :)

DISCLAIMER:  I am NOT a writer nor am I a chef.  I’m just a mom who likes to eat, share recipes with others, and write about it all like we’re talking on the phone :)

On that note, I hope you all have a very, VERY happy Thanksgiving!