Hey there and thanks for visiting my little blog! My name is Lizzie, and I’m a 26-year old Kentucky transplant happy to call Chicago my home. I’m a grad student studying social work, with a love for bargain shopping, baking and list making. This blog was created to satisfy my need for a creative hobby, where I can share my affinity for balanced living, passion for affordable fashion, and ever-evolving relationship with exercise.
I’d have ten cats if I thought I’d still have friends, I can down a bag of sour patch kids in two minutes, and I’m more inclined to burn a sheet cake than bake the perfect soufflé, but I still think I’m relatively interesting and
pray hope you still enjoy reading.
I’d love to hear from you. You can email me at themagictreeblog(at)gmail(dot)com.
WHAT THE HECK IS THE MAGIC TREE?
The magic tree is a special place oft visited throughout my childhood. It’s located at the edge of the dead-end-street on which I grew up in Louisville, Kentucky. It was my personal oasis where I’d treat my Barbies to a picnic, build bed sheet forts with my friends, and ponder what life would be like in my twenties.
Disclaimer: this is not the actual magic tree
Just like the magic tree, I consider this blog to be my own corner of the e-universe where I can write about what interests me today and what keeps me healthy and happy.
Bobby is my boyfriend and all-around favorite human on earth (other than my mama, of course). You’ll see/hear a lot about him on the blog since we became roommates as of July 2014, and we share most of our adventures. He’s a Chicagoan by birth who has an undying love for the mountains of Colorado, is far more fun than I’ll ever be, and is beyond supportive of all my farfetched endeavors. Yep, he’s pretty great.
Baxter is our sweet/unique/outlandish/curious little kitty. We are both mildly obsessed with him and he makes us laugh on a daily basis. Every cat person says that their cat acts like a dog, but Baxter is a dog. He loves his leash, will play fetch with a pipe cleaner for 30 minutes straight, and sleeps up against my face every night. I was regularly volunteering at a local animal shelter when he suckered me into adopting him in January 2012.