Author: Sugar and "Spiked" and Everything Nice

Join me as I start each day with coffee, Jesus, and spirited kitchen creations. I love the challenge of taking my love for pastry art and combining it with spirited beverages to create the perfect crave worthy goodness. I'm a mother of two boys, pastry artist, vegan, beach dweller, writer, dream chaser, lover of eclectic/unique fashion, rustic chic home décor, live theater, ballet. Above all else, I am a follower of Jesus. Join me in my kitchen and I will teach you how to make swoon worthy, spirit infused desserts that will turn you into the most popular dinner party host or hostess in town.

The Bunny and The Lamb and a Happy Good Friday to All…

Easter has always been my favorite holiday. As a small girl, I loved creeping down the stairs, the pathway from my bedroom to our living room, to see what the Easter Bunny had left behind. He never disappointed me. He knew me very well. There would always be a big chocolate bunny, a package of Peeps, and a plethora of jelly beans and random other forms of sugary goodness. I have fond memories of many Easters but, I have two that reign supreme in my heart. The year I turned 7, I had asked The Easter Bunny to bring me a pink bicycle. Once again, he did not disappoint. I descended from my bedroom to the living room, bedecked in footy pajamas, still groggy but, anxious to see what I might find. There is was, my pink bike with a basket on the front. It was everything I had imagined it would be. That clever Easter Bunny (thanks Dad) even used the basket on my new bike as my Easter Basket. Oh yes~ It was filled the top with grass and eggs in a variety of pastel colors. It was perfect in every way.

Years passed. That little girl now an adult, came to know the TRUE meaning behind Easter Sunday. It is about a Risen Savior.

Memories of Easter dinners at Grandma and Grandpa’s house followed by awesome Easter Egg Hunts and finished off with the over indulgence of cream filled eggs, the tips of the chocolate bunny’s ears and sticky little hands stained by jelly beans will live on in the heart forever. Those are memories reminiscent of sweet, fleeting moments of childhood. I still smile as I think back to those moments and if I close my eyes and quiet my mind, I can almost smell the ham coming out of Grandma’s oven and hear the laughter all around. Those moments are forever embedded in my heart and soul. I am thankful for that.

But… most of all, I am thankful for my Lord and Savior Who went to Calvary for you and for me. I am thankful that I now know that it’s not really about the bunny. It’s all about The Lamb.

“While we were still sinners, Christ died for us”~ Romans 5:8

Purple Prose Moments~ What it means to me…

I believe it’s important for us to know the writer behind the words we read. You may be wondering why I chose the name Purple Prose Moments for my blog. Here’s my story. I’m a pastry artist by day, a blogger by night, a writer always. I’m a mother of two, and a Christ follower. I wanted to bring all my passions together and create a title that would capture them all. Purple Prose by definition in the literary world, means exaggerated, flamboyant, eccentric, ornateness, a hyperbole style of writing. I love to live life in an exaggerated manner. I see every day as an opportunity to do all things with a meaningful purpose, passion and flair. Follow me as I chase dreams, travel, write, stack tiered cakes, and share simple everyday moments.

Sometimes the shoreline is your outfit…

I’m a beach dweller. I spend as much time as I can on America’s shorelines. I love a warm quiet evening sitting lakeside in Branson, Missouri and for several years I had the pleasure of living just blocks from the beautiful shoreline of Lake Michigan in Downtown Milwaukee, Wisconsin. But, my forever favorite place to be, is Ft. Lauderdale Beach in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. It is where my heart resides and my soul comes alive.
On a recent trip to my personal nirvana, I found myself more enamored than ever before. I closed my eyes and felt the tide roll in. I breathed in the salty air. I heard the waves up close and faintly heard the sound of people talking, playing, and creating memories in the distance. My soul was at perfect peace. Suddenly, I was filled with the realization that today’s outfit had nothing to do with that favorite swimsuit that clung to my wet skin.
I sat quietly, toes in sand and felt the rush of the tide roll over my feet, I felt the sun kissing my face, I felt the salt on my skin. The warm breeze whipped my hair which no doubt had a bit of sand as a telltale sign of an afternoon spent lying on the beach.
As I packed my bag to leave at the end of a perfect day, I realized I had been clothed in God’s natural beauty. The water that rushed over my feet, the salt that clung to my skin, the sun that kissed my face and even that sand in my hair all together were my outfit of the day. I was clothed in God’s perfect beauty.

Hawaii, Maui, Makena Beach, Closeup Of Textured Foamy Shoreline, Calm Turquoise Ocean.

All Eyes on Him…

He entered the room with panache… a great flamboyance of style. All eyes were on him as he dared to wear the unexpected. Society has us believing girls wear roses and boys sport camouflage, girls wear pink, boys wear blue. It’s instilled in us from our earliest days. Break out. Clothe yourself in the unexpected. Be bold. Make a statement. Be true to you.

Ahh… The beautiful absurdity of it!

If you’re anything like me, you watch models walk the runway in outfits that by everyday standards, and all practicality, seem completely absurd. Yet, you keep watching and almost thirst for the absolute bravery it would take to adorn yourself in a similar fashion and wear it with great confidence. I’m a believer in thinking outside the box, especially when it comes to fashion. After all, our bodies are a blank canvas beckoning to be creatively designed. So, go ahead, open those doors on your closet, pull out your favorite pieces and put together the unexpected. Your favorite Nike’s don’t have to be paired with joggers. Pair them with a short lacey dress. Likewise, your go-to joggers don’t have to be paired with running shoes. Instead, don your favorite wedge sandals or 3 inch heels with them. When we dare to be bold and brave, we scream confidence. So, go ahead and do YOU in a style all your own! You will be the envy of everyone around you!

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

post — Join me as I start each new day with Jesus, coffee, and fashion. View your body as a blank canvas. Paint it with style~ a style all your own. Be brave. Be bold. Be colorful. Be confidant. Be free and stand tall. Never be afraid to be eclectic. Embrace your look and be forever comfortable in your own skin. May your sense of fashion never fall stagnant and may you always remember it’s okay to add a hyperbole flair to your wardrobe. Like the ocean’s tide, allow your mind to drift as you create today’s perfect look.