By the time Beany turned 1, with a mouth full of teeth and a newfound interest in whatever sat on the plate of the person next to her, she’d pretty much lost all interest in the purees and baby foods we’d come to rely on as quick fixes for a hungry girl. Gradually, she started…
Meet me at The Nola Bar
A genius entrepreneurial idea came to me while I was getting ready yesterday, and like most of my aha-laden, pat-myself-on-the-back-for-coming-up-with-that-gem schemes, it came steeped in suds and conditioner (all my best ideas come to me in the shower for some reason. Perhaps cleanliness spurs creative thought?). So yes, soap + shower = Katrina’s half-baked business…