Homemade Sweet Potato Chips

Sweet Potato Chips

I’m a shameless snacker. Snack. Graze. Nibble. Whatever you want to call it, I do it. Sometimes I just want a little bit — an appetizer — before my dinner. Normally though, I’m snacking because I want to give myself some energy before a workout. One of the foods I’ve avoided since I started really watching my calorie intake has been potato chips, specifically kettle chips. Several recipes for homemade chips have come up on my Pinterest, so I figured I’d try them out. Now, these sweet potato chips are my favorite healthy food swap.

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It Can Only Go Up From Here

January-It Can Only Go Up From Here

I may have mentioned this before, but New Year’s is, hands-down, my favorite holiday. A lot of people love Christmas, but not me. The real celebration for me comes a week after that. I love the parties, getting all glammed up, and the fresh start that they holiday represents. It’s like a blank planner, with crisp, clean pages, waiting to be filled. (Office supplies also rank really high on my list of favorite things.) But this year, I felt like I broke my New Year not even twenty-four hours into it.

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Real Wedding: Abbie & Brian

New year, new post, brand new look — welcome back! I know its been quite some time since I’ve posted, and I think some of that had to do with the fact that I just don’t have as much to say about weddings anymore. Since my last post, my sister got married, and I no longer work in a bridal shop. Kind of hard when the blog is totally focused on weddings, right? I decided to entirely update the look and focus of this blog so I can write about life after “becoming wife.” You can still find all of my previous posts under the Twyf Becomes Wife category, including what the internet has decided is the best thing I’ve apparently ever written.

Since I never got around to sharing my own real wedding, I wanted to do that as a transition into this new stage of my writing. So here it is… the best day of my life.

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