For Christmas my parents gifted me a gorgeous red KitchenAid mixer. I have wanted one for years. I don’t know why but owning one made me feel a little more domestic, an area where I may need a little help. I am one of those creative people who lack talent when it comes to baking, drawing, trying new risky recipes, Pinterest-ing and basically all things you would probably assume that creative types love to do. My husband has called me the queen of brown bottom (i.e. burnt) biscuits in the past. I blame the fact that I’m always rushing things. This wonderful mixer has made me slow down and enjoy baking with my sweet girl. She loves it too! She’s still too little to do much but she would be happy standing for hours making faces at herself through her reflection on the bowl or watching the dough mix.