4 amazing hairproducts - 1 brand

Raise your hand if you hate washing and blowdrying your hair. 🙋🏼

Unfortunately, until we enter the Jetson's space age, it seems we're stuck with this process.

My life's work has been to find the hair products that make styling easier so fear not ladies, someone is working on it.

Several months ago, I was on a typical Sephora run during my lunch break and I came across the line of products from The Drybar. I tried the Triple Sec spray and was instantly hooked. It smelled like absolute heaven and gave my hair amazing texture. This isn't my daily dry shampoo but I definitely use it everyday to add body and texture. Of the many hair products I use on a daily basis, this one is by far my favorite.

Since I loved the Triple Sec so much, I went and picked up the leave-in conditioner, Mr. Incredible, and have completely emptied the bottle in the past week so I need to make another trip to Sephora to pick up another. I have thick hair that is constantly being bleached so getting a comb through it after washing is quite a challenge. Mr. Incredible is actually really incredible!

Last week, I finally grabbed their Happy Hour shampoo and conditioner and wow! My hair feels nourished, not weighed down and smells lovely. The true test was to get through the weekend without washing my hair and it passed! It even survived the road trip to Knoxville for the game. My hair held up quite nicely considering it was 90 degrees and I slept on the trip there! 

Have y'all tried anything from The Drybar? What did you think?




No, we aren’t selling the house and leaving Spring Hill.

I have decided to move my loyalty to the University of Tennessee Volunteers.

I have lived in the great state of Tennessee for 12 years now and I’ve been to a few games at Neyland but I’ve always waivered a little between my homegrown Ohio roots and being a Vol. It’s just like the moment that I got a Tennessee phone number and got a Tennessee license so many years ago, except more important.

No longer will I say the words “Go Bucks” (even though it will be tough when there’s a Michigan fan around). And gone are the days when I would say “O-H!”. It has to be done for the sake of our future children. We don’t need to raise them in a home with a mother who’s a wishy-washy sports fan. Since I wasn't raised by football fans, I feel like I have the option to choose the team that is calling my heart.

I read in a book called ‘The 100 Simple Secrets of Happy People’, given to me by my cousin Patrick (ironically also a Tennessee fan), that said that having a team that you root for can help make you happier. We can all use a little more happiness right?

Anyway, that is all. Tomorrow morning, we’ll be waking up bright and early and making our journey to Knoxville for the game. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. And how adorable is my new shirt from Gameday Couture?! I can't wait to represent tomorrow.


I'm thinking about changing the name of this blog Tennessee Pretty Volunteers.

Okay maybe not.

God bless the SEC and Go Vols.



How to turn 30

It was a day that I dreaded for months. I knew it was coming but I really didn't want it to. I don't know exactly why I was so adamant about staying in my twenties forever but aging into a new decade seemed overwhelming in the worst way possible.

It felt like my life was going by too fast and soon I would be 60. I watched my close friends turn 30 gracefully and that made me feel weird because I was seriously affected. And then I worried there were going to be a lot of responsibilities with being in my thirties. I was afraid that people will actually expect me to have it all together and get a dog and have a baby and then there's all of the confusion that I feel when I go to the mall because I have no idea what a 30-year-old wears.

So the only logical way to cope with all these feelings was to have a pizza party with pepperoni pizza, cookie cake, custom koozies and a photobooth with a giant piece of pizza to celebrate. Obviously.

This was probably one of my top 5 favorite nights of my life and I'm so grateful for everyone who came! My best friend came from Ohio and my house was filled with almost all of my best friends and favorite people. And then two days later, we went to the beach where our dear friends Danielle and Jonathan met us for a few days, also a top 5 favorite memory.

It was the most magical week and when I woke up on my birthday, I realized that as long as I have all of my people with me, getting older isn't so bad.



Southern Fried Chicken

A couple of weekends ago, my only goal was to make fried chicken. Since I'm a southern woman in my thirties, it just seemed like learning this important life skill was the the next step for me. I did my research, devised a plan, went to the grocery store and invited my sister over for dinner. Also, I should add that I'm absolutely terrible at taking recipe photos so I apologize if any of my photography offends you.


Here are the ingredients:

Buttermilk (enough to cover a dish of chicken)

Crisco or whatever oil you prefer

2 cups flour

Tablespoon baking powder

Tablespoon salt

Teaspoon black pepper

Teaspoon white pepper

Teaspoon paprika

Tabelspoon garlic powder

Tablespoon onion powder

Cover chicken in two cups of buttermilk

Cover and marinate in the fridge for an hour. After marinating, remove chicken from the dish and put it on a plate. Set aside.

Add two eggs to the buttermilk and scramble with a fork.

Dump flour, baking soda, salt, black pepper, white pepper, paprika, garlic powder and onion powder into another dish that's perfect for dredging chicken. Stir it all together.


Heat oil in Dutch oven over medium high heat. You'll want to have enough oil to be an 1.5 inch deep in the pot.

Dredge the buttermilk soaked chicken in the flour mixture. Then dip it back into the egg-buttermilk mixture and then dredge again in flour mixture. Yea that's right baby, we're double coating these bad boys.

Carefully put chicken into pot and fry for 10 minutes, flip and fry for another 10-15 minutes. Side-note: I accidentally typed 'cry' instead of 'fry' in that last step, which is also true because it's completely normal to cry tears of joy when your kitchen smells like fried chicken heaven.

Make sure you thoroughly cook each piece! Since a huge phobia of mine is serving loved ones under-cooked chicken, I cut into almost every piece to make sure it was cooked through. Which was sad for the presentation but good for my anxiety.


And what you have now, my friends, is beautiful, crispy, delicious, southern happiness. I served it alongside a Gillean family favorite, the Pioneer Woman's mashed potatoes and my mama's canned green beans.

Needless to say, that was a Saturday well spent. I can't wait to make this again for all my friends! Let me know if you try this recipe!