Bblackbox

March 30, 2016


A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about modern-day slavery, a.k.a. human trafficking, a.k.a. a super terrible way of life for a many people around the world. 

I've been making more of an effort to be conscious about the things I buy, according to where and how the items were made. I don't want to pay for pieces that were molded and woven through forced labor, but this is America, and unless I have time to search for the "made in" label on every single item (I don't), it's tough to work around the ethics. This is partially why I haven't been buying much of anything lately!  

Bblackbox reached out shortly after that post, and I was embarrassingly giddy to discover their mission lines up with my new direction as a consumer: 

Our unified goal is to not only hand craft beautiful works, but to also give back to society. bblackbox gifts 10% of all profit to our partnered charity organization- love146 that works towards the abolition of child trafficking and exploitation, and living water international that provides clean drinking water via well-digging. 
Bblackbox supports humane working conditions by avoiding overseas production, where maintaining regulated working conditions for our sewers is challenging. bblackbox is also an environmentally friendly bunch. we limit our carbon footprint by donating and reusing surplus supplies. - source
Pretty dope, right? (I mean dope in the purest form of the word)

Iron Age

March 28, 2016 Duluth, GA, USA


I'm making a vow to myself to do better about documenting all the bomb.com restaurants I've been visiting lately, but I keep getting caught off guard without my camera. Such was the case on Good Friday. I was volunteering at the annual Passion concert got invited to a late dinner afterwards. Me and Kelsie, whom I've known for a while, were sitting around chatting. Her pal Josh, whom I had never met, soon joined us. They started talking about dinner plans, and me being the die-hard foodie that I am had to know where they were going. Once I heard the words "Korean BBQ" my face must've lit up, because a couple minutes later I was added to the group chat with all the restaurant deets.

I say all this to explain why the photos above don't do the place justice, but don't worry, I'll be back. Soon.

So about Iron Age. It's located in the heart of Duluth, Ga, which is about 30 minutes northeast of downtown Atlanta (depending on the traffic). They're open until 2am on the weekends, and for $23 you can indulge in all their all-you-can-eat menu - $18 lunch specials M-F. Most of our party (17 people) arrived around 11pm, and I came about 30 minutes later, just as the food arrived. I got straight to business. *rubs hands together*

The moment when we felt like a real adult

March 14, 2016


This is photo of an upholstery shop. Never in my life did I think I'd find myself in an upholstery shop, but a few weeks ago, it happened. The zipper on one of my sofa cushions broke a few months back, and I tried my darndest to fix it myself, but I ended up in the upholstery shop instead.

I took the photo above because in that moment, I felt like a real adult, like the ones we picture in our heads when we're kids. I've been paying bills, paying taxes, paying health insurance premiums, working jobs, making strides down a career path, building a marriage, building a credit history, and a whole slew of other things, but it wasn't until that moment in an upholstery shop that I stopped and thought "man, I'm a real adult now." Never in my younger days would I have spent money on fixing a sofa cushion. I would've left it broken and falling apart and covered it with a blanket or something. But now... I'm coughing over cash to make sure my couch stays looking nice. And I'm okay with that.

This thought led to a discussion with a few girlfriends, and we all shared the moment when we felt like a real adult:

When I bought my house
When I had a kid
When I was standing outside on my front porch, in my pajamas, yelling at some teenagers who were playing chicken up and down our street.
I have no ultimate conclusion for these thoughts, I just wanted to share. Anyone up else for sharing? Was there a special moment where you felt like a "real adult?"



Buttermilk Kitchen

March 2, 2016


This past weekend, I dragged my friend Tiff out of the house at an unreasonably early hour (noon) for brunch at Buttermilk Kitchen in Buckhead Atlanta. Our day-date arrangements usually go something like this:

ME: Hey love, you working this weekend?
TIFF: Not on Saturday, what's up?
ME: Brunch?
TIFF: When and where?


And that's about it...

Noon was too early for her, so we got there around 1:30pm, which ended up working out perfectly. This place gets packed on the weekends, and according to a few yelp reviews, the wait times can range anywhere between 60-90 minutes. By 1:30pm the rush was starting to fade and we only had to wait for about 30 minutes before we were seated.

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