I’m just a girl who grew up loving sugar and art, but never really believed I could ever do anything with it. So I left it behind and got my Business degree (’cause I had to pick something), and did accounting and HR for a great local company for almost 10 years.
I loved that job. My boss was patient with me as I worked my schedule around college, and I learned more from him than I ever did in expensive business classes. I am so thankful for that experience! But seven years into that job… my boss gave me a Kitchen Aid mixer (as a thank you for frequently bringing homemade treats to the office), and a year after that, I took a Wilton cake decorating class just for fun. I needed more excuses to use that mixer.
There was no going back. I fell hopelessly, madly in love with baking and sugar art. I took cooking classes everywhere I could find them – local catering companies, culinary demos, William Sonoma… I wanted to learn more! So I applied for culinary school.
Culinary school itself was a full-time job. I still had to work full time at my company to pay tuition and rent, and I was working an additional 30+ hours each week between a restaurant and bakery to complete my internship hours for school. Which means, I didn’t sleep for two years.
During the last year of school I married a Coast Guard pilot, and shortly after that our first born was on the way. I knew that there was no way I would be able to finish school while working two jobs, an internship AND grow a tiny human. That idea was “mental breakdown” material. So I quit my beloved office job, waddled my way around the restaurant, and powered through culinary school.. Pre-labor started during finals week, and I gave birth to my daughter 5 days later.
I absolutely LOVED being a mama. But being the workaholic that I am… a new baby didn’t keep me as busy as I needed to be. So one
day, I decided to make a friend a birthday cake just for fun.
Turns out, “fun” was an understatement. My sleepy inner artist came roaring back to life. And she REFUSED to be laid back down to rest. Hence, Bakermama was born…and I haven’t looked back.
Two more babies, two cross country moves and 15 years later, I still love this job. Whether I'm making a wedding cake, a 1st or 100th birthday cake, or baking just to fulfill a sugar fix, I get to be a part of everyone's best life moments. I'm so grateful for the chance to live my dream and do what I love (while eating it too). THANK YOU!
