About Me

Hey oh! 

I'm Lauren - some people call me Lolo, The Lady, Auntie Lolo. 

This blog started out as a project to be worked on in the months leading up to my 30th birthday.

Boy did I learn REAL quick that when you plan to do something - shit can fall apart in an instant. 

I'm not going into detail - you can read about it in this blog post: Curves Ahead. 

The gist: I found out I was pregnant in November 2014 - we told our families in December 2014 - I suffered a traumatic miscarriage on January 3, 2015. 

I had hoped this blog would take the shape of something fun. Filled with witty commentary about life, because, let's face it, I'm hella witty and, quite frankly, hilarious. And well, for a while, it WAS that. Until it wasn't. Because I wasn't witty anymore. I was a devastated mess. And the last thing I wanted to do was write about happy things in a stupid blog when I was fucking miserable.

I scratched and clawed my way out of being miserable and eventually found my happy again. It wasn't hiding anywhere, it's not like I had to search for it, I just needed to figure out how to get back to it.  

You can read more about our infertility struggle in Real. Life. But here's the bottom line: life is real, raw, and sometimes, it SUCKS. But it ALWAYS helps to know that someone, some where, has felt just like you. And so, this blog has changed shape a bit, filled with more stories about our fertility treatments, frustrations with life, my amazing job with the American Cancer Society, my hysterical family, and all the amazing food I (sometimes) cook. 

So, why is this blog called Flours and Diamonds? It seemed fitting when I started out, and maybe, it's still good for this new direction.

I am not romantic, not in the slightest. Give me a Coors Light tall can, a hot dog, and a good baseball/football game any day over expensive diamonds and flowers.

Flours: I love to cook. Almost even more, I love to bake - even though making pie dough from scratch scares the crap out of me. But more often than not, after I'm done baking, flour dust can be found all over me: my clothing, my hair, my kitchen counter, and clouding the diamonds in my wedding ring. 

Diamonds: I think a lot about love. Not the mushy kind of love courtesy of romance novels. More like the love I have for people, how good it feels to be loved by my husband, my parents, or my niece and nephew when they hug me and call me Auntie Lolo. The love I have for places, things,  activities, and other proper nouns: Los Angeles, The Dodgers, Disneyland, San Francisco, Maui, Santa Cruz, Diet Coke, The 49ers, a delicious donut, a Seelbach cocktail, Las Vegas, laying by a pool all day drinking champagne, laughing with my best friends, good art/design, spending time with my family, annoying my husband, getting manicures and pedicures, and other general ridiculousness. For me, diamonds are as timeless as all the things I love.