Welcome to Eggs in the Fruit Salad
Things aren’t always as perfect as a pottery barn pillow perfectly placed on an equally perfect couch. I’m here to shed light on the perfectly imperfect life most of us lead. My grandma Marking used to top and garnish her fruit salads with sliced hard-boiled eggs. A thing, as little girl and even as an adult, I find odd and let’s face it, weird. However, when all of my cousins are together reminiscing about our grandma, it’s this memory, and the time she served us green hotdogs for Christmas that always brings us the most laughter and loving thoughts about her.
At the end of the day, it’s our quirks that make us who we are and the reason we fall in love with the people around us. It is important to remember that it is our character that will be remembered.. not that perfectly placed pillow. So I share this blog not to showcase or flaunt my life as flawless or ideal (similar to the way Facebook pictures have a tendency to portray), but to tell the story of a girl who gets through life even when things turn out a little like… hard-boiled eggs. I know you will fall in love with this blog and my honesty regarding some of the ‘quirks’ that keep life interesting and I hope along the way you celebrate and embrace your own!