Raised by Design

The Secret’s in the Sauce

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They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. In Italian families, it’s through his mother’s Sunday Gravy. Nope, not the yummy brown murder weapon that you use to drown your mashed potatoes in. It’s not marinara, tomato sauce or Bolognese. Sunday Gravy is the delicious tomato-ey stewy sauce flavored by hot and sweet sausage, handmade meatballs, and in some Southern Italian families, brasciole or pork spare ribs.  It’s the one that you stir for an entire day and then enjoy over a giant plate of perfectly cooked al dente pasta with grated cheese. It’s the one that became couch culture through the scathing words of Tony Soprano (“He eats his Sunday gravy out of a jar.”). It’s the one that the rest of the general population calls spaghetti with meatballs.

This past weekend, my sweet mother-in-law came over to my kitchen and taught me the Natarelli Family Recipe, as taught to her by her mother-in-law. I changed my last name almost three years ago, but now that I have this for reals secret sauce simmering in my kitchen, I am officially a Natarelli. So, what’s the secret to the perfect Sunday Gravy? Learn it from your man (or woman’s) mother.

Love Fest 2014

Valentine’s Day has always been one of my most favorite holidays. There’s something about a whole day dedicated to telling people you love them that I just…well, LOVE. Looking around my home yesterday, I realized I’ve surrounded myself with little bits of Valentine love everyday, everywhere. What does your Valentine’s Day look like?

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Row by row from top: Le Creuset Classic Tea Kettle, Vintage Mugs collected here and there (you can buy a legit Milton Glaser I Heart NY mug here), red Baker’s Twine, Vintage Paper House Ornament inherited from my Ma, Red Lipstick, Wedding China bowl filled with dime store heart candies, Sharpies, Essie Nail Polish in A-List and Ballet Slippers

LOVE, Maggie

 

Begin Anywhere.

Oh heyyyyy. Well I guess you’re seeing a pattern here. It’s been over ONE YEAR since I posted something…and that was FOUR YEARS since I’d registered this URL. So, essentially, I have zero followthrough and am in the hole like $500 before even starting my blog empire. But at least I’m aware of it. 10 points for Gryffindor.

I’m going to try an exercise I made up on my way home tonight. No, my therapist didn’t suggest it…but that’s only because I haven’t gotten around to having a therapist. I’m sure if I had one she would have told me to do this.

REASONS WHY I HAVEN’T STARTED MY BLOG:

  1. Normal life is so much easier to carry on with than giant scary bucket list items.
  2. I secretly really want to be a blogger slash designer for a living instead of doing what pays my bills (psh), so naturally I’m procrastinating like a champ.
  3. I’m easily distracted by true crime TV shows. 
  4. I lack that “voice” thing they say writers are supposed to have. It’s supposed to be clear, which is a word that describes nothing in my life. I need to drink more water.
  5. I need to drink more water. And exercise. And do a detox because what if I’m allergic to gluten and dairy. And travel the world. And read loads of books. And see all the latest thought provoking movies. And be up on politics. And lean in. And have a bombastic social life with lots of cheese boards and artisanal whiskey.
  6. The people out there that are going to think I’m a total douche, who my sister says to just put away in a little box. You…get in that fucking box I just made for you. And stay there.
  7. Speaking of “voice”…mine has lots of cursing in it. It runs in the family. But cursing isn’t really something that massively famous (classy) designers do in the public eye, is it?
  8. What if I just want to post about whatever I want instead of writing to my audience?
  9. I haven’t written a business plan.
  10. I haven’t populated my empty Etsy shop with the HUGE pile of hoarded vintage goods I own.
  11. About me. Is the worst.
  12. I can’t take advice, I can only dish it. I’m so good at telling other people what to do somebody should pay me for it.
  13. Bandwagons.
  14. My self sufficient cat is so high maintenance.
  15. Instagram is so instant.
  16. I don’t take enough real pics and barely know how to use the super ‘spensive SLR we bought as our wedding present to each other.
  17. I don’t have a proper place to work…ie. a desk with a chair…in a super cute, organized, chic, magazine worthy home office complete with an inspiration board and curated book shelves with vintage objet d’art. Everyone else has that right?
  18. My mom is a super talented blogger and I’m still a piss and vinegar filled 13 year old at heart and probably defying her motherly wisdom to. this. day. take. that.
  19. Did I mention how addictive marathons of The First 48 and Snapped are? Ugh. So good.
  20. Time for dinner…

First Time

It’s been 4 years since I first registered this blog URL. No seriously. And this is my first. post. Guess that means I can cross ‘impulsive’ off my list of possible personality traits.

Ever since it was time to grow up and get a big-girl job I’ve been in serious need of an outlet for all of this designerly energy that’s bouncing around my cubicle. Lucky [or not-so-lucky] for you, this blog is now the very public place where I’ll share all of that energy with anyone who wants to check in on me and make sure everything upstairs is in working order.

Now that I’m officially into my thirties, I think it’s time to get this show on the ROAD!

So far…this is awkward.

But I’m sure first blog posts are just like first dates. Just don’t expect a goodnight kiss. I see you jiggling your keys.

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