About Rachel

PR professional and social media enthusiast, blogging about life, marriage, coffee and type 1 diabetes.

Incognito Diabetes

I worked at my last job for nearly 7 years. I started in July of 2011 and was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes the next month. So everyone knew that the new girl had diabetes. It was just normal and I didn’t have to think twice about things, everyone just accepted it.

On top of all of the things related to starting a new job – adjusting to a new commute, working in a new office, getting to know new colleagues and learning about a whole new industry – I had to make a few decisions about diabetes. I decided that being the new girl was enough to deal with that I wasn’t going to put it out there right away to my new coworkers.

It’s not a secret, if you Google my name, this site comes up, along with my Twitter feed and some of my work with DiabetesMine. I’m not going to great lengths to hide it, but I’m also not broadcasting it. Continue reading

We Go Big! Happy Birthday Brad!

Today is Brad’s birthday! For two weeks, he’ll be a year older than me.

We joke that we go big because something always happens around our birthdays. Last year, right around his birthday was time for Brad to replace his car, so he told people that I got him a car for his birthday. He makes me look like the best wife in the world.

This year is big too. We’ve decided to move.

We sold our house and bought another one in January and now closing is right around the corner. We close and move right between our birthdays. Our last week in our current hour will be Brad’s birthday and our first week in the new house will be my birthday. We’ve been joking that we bought each other a house for our birthdays.

We really do go big!

You know how they say, “Go big or go home?” I guess we’re just going big and going home.

But back to the birthday boy! I am looking forward to celebrating another year of Brad.

We’re upholding his birthday tradition of attending the Cleveland Auto Show and having cheesecake. However, it’ll probably be from the Cheesecake Factory since I’ve already packed everything but the bare essentials in the kitchen (for reference, wine is now served in water glasses at our house. That will soon be plastic cups!).

Happy birthday Brad! There’s no one I’d rather live out of boxes with.

Dresser Rehab

Unfortunately, shortly after Brad and I got engaged his grandmother passed away. The family decided to give her furniture and housewares to get us started.

Fast forward to many years later, we still have and use much of that furniture, however some pieces were in better shape that others. Our dressers for example:


The set included a tall dresser that was in decent shape, with a few scratches and marks on it. There are also a low dresser with a broken off drawer front, cracked legs and lot of nicks and scratches. There was also a mirror that attached to the back of the dresser to make it a sort of vanity/dresser combo, but the supports were broken. Since our bedroom was furnished in black, white and gray, the wood tones of the dressers weren’t really working.

I decided not to work on the mirror at the same time as the dressers.

The first step in the dresser rehab project was fixing the low dresser. Continue reading

Good Year/Bad Year

The view from my new office

As a kid, the one thing I remember the most about references to wine (from TV or movies) was its year. The phrase “X was a good year” stands out. I feel like and entire year can’t be all good or all bad, but some years stand out as leaning more to one direction than the other.

The years that stand out the most are the bad years. However with each of the bad years in my life, I feel like some of the most joyous things happened at the same time.

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The Caroler Coat Refashion

Many years ago I was given a vintage dress coat that swept all the way down to my ankles. It was a pretty gray wool with a dark velvet collar and it flared out into a skirt at the bottom. I called it my caroler coat because it reminded me of something a stereotypical Victorian caroler would wear.

Just give me a muff and bonnet and I’m ready spread cheer through off-key holiday songs. Continue reading