I’m just a girl who grew up loving sugar, but never really believed I could ever do anything with it to support myself. So I left it behind and graduated with 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. The owners were patient with me as I worked my schedule around college, and I learned more from them than I ever did in any expensive business classes. I am so thankful!
But seven years into working there…my boss gave me a Kitchen Aid mixer, and a year after that, my friend Niki tagged along with me to a Wilton cake decorating class.
There was no going back. I fell hopelessly, madly in love with baking and all things sugar art. I took cooking classes everywhere I could find them – William Sonoma, local catering companies, culinary demos… I wanted more! So I applied and got accepted into 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 culinary school, I met and married a handsome Coast Guard pilot. Shortly after that, our first born was on the way. I knew that there was NO way I was going to attempt 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 the end of school. Pre-labor started during finals week, and I gave birth to my daughter 5 days later.
Two and five years later, I had my boys. Tiny army complete, and I absolutely LOVE being a mama. But being the workaholic that I am… three kids 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.
Whether it’s a 1st or 80th birthday or smashing a piece of wedding cake into your new bride’s face, I get to be a part of something that matters. You all allow me to live my dream and do what I love (while eating it too). THANK YOU for trusting me to contribute to your incredible celebrations, it’s an honor and my joy!