March 6, 2016

Hermann, MO

Last weekend I took the Amtrak to Hermann, MO – a cute German town about 180 miles east of Kansas City. Not only was the town adorable, but the weather was beautiful, which made exploring the town and tasting wine/beer that much more enjoyable. Wine always tastes better in the sun.

We actually only made it to two of the wineries in town, but we still had a ton of fun and made a lot of memories. I'm so lucky to have made such great friends, and we're already planning our next getaway. Damn, Daniel!

February 13, 2016

Weekend Notes

I think Mark Twain and I would have been good friends in another life. Here are a few things worth sharing. Happy weekend!

+ I started watching Chef’s Table on Netflix, and I’m obsessed. I practically sobbed my way through the first episode questioning my entire existence (and why I'm not a chef/working with food).

+ Related, Michael Pollan’s new Netflix series starts February 19. So my next binge is already scheduled.

+ And to top off the food-related content, I just need to acknowledge Amy’s coconut milk ice cream. I didn’t know it was possible to enjoy ice cream more than I did, but the vanilla version is seriously bomb.

+ Real talk on underachieving. Appreciate the honesty.

+ More realness on anxiety.

February 5, 2016


White House, Jamaica | Katie Heine

You know when you need a vacation from your vacation? That’s about how well my week has been going. I mean, that view? Come on.

Last night, we had a girls night at a cool new bar none of us had ever been to. It was much needed, and now I’m looking forward to a cozy weekend in (with a little fun along the way). We’re going to check out the West Bottoms warehouses on Sunday, and I can’t wait to visit Bella Patina.

Hope y’all had a fabulous week, and have some fun things planned for the weekend. Here’s a roundup of some of my favorite things.

+ I really needed this.

+ On a Target run over lunch I picked up this hat, and now I never want to take it off.

+ Having major bedroom envy and want to overhaul my decor. Loving this bedding, these sheets, this lamp, and basically everything from UO Home. But why so expensive? (I'm attempting to hold off on any purchases until there's at least a sale...)

+ I’m hoping to finish Aziz Ansari’s Modern Romance this weekend. Next up, Luckiest Girl Alive and Essentialism.

+ My roomie has the most perfect long gold necklace, which I always ask to wear, and I’m now convinced I need the same one.

+ If you’re in need of a seriously delicious treat, you must try these. All of my favorite things in one bite, none of the guilt.

January 7, 2016

On Comparison

Let's just be who we are | Katie Heine

Yesterday I stepped on the scale for the first time in several weeks. After dropping my gym membership and over-indulging the past two months (rightfully so, I may add), I figured it was time to check in.

I don’t own a scale, but occasionally hop on them time to time in random peoples’ houses or at the gym. Personally, I find checking in with myself more beneficial than any number on the scale. How am I feeling? Do my clothes feel more snug than usual? Am I struggling up a few flights of stairs? These are more compelling to me.

But because I’m a vain, curious human, I stepped on the scale. Surprisingly, it hadn’t budged much.

Just as I was taking in the numbers, a woman stepped on another scale beside me, and any sort of self-confidence I felt a moment ago was quickly replaced by the anxiety of having to step off the scale immediately so this much thinner, more fit woman (in my mind) would not see my very personal numbers (which would make me look like a whale compared to hers).

I’m not sure if she saw my weight, but I definitely saw hers. It was the same as mine. Down to the decimal.

I wish I could articulate how I felt at that moment. The moment of realization that how I see myself may be skewed. That maybe I don’t give myself enough credit.

This is the problem with comparing yourself to others. You will always lose. In any situation. Comparison is the thief of so much joy, and I wish there was a way to eliminate it from our existence. Imagine how much more interesting our world would be if we weren’t always trying to be someone or something we’re not. Imagine all that wonderful weirdness.

I’m sharing this because I thought I had a pretty good handle on positive thinking, but yesterday’s experience proved just how easy it is to slip into a negative state of mind. Plus, my perception was not in line with the reality. Kind of like Instagram–no one's life is as perfect as their (curated, styled, and edited) images make it seem.

I should care about being the best version of myself, and comparing myself to others sure as hell won't get me there.

Let’s just be who we are.

BRB, scrolling through Instagram and being extremely envious of everyone else’s life. #StoryOfMyLife #CantEscapeIt

January 4, 2016


More of all of these things in 2016. That's what I resolve to do this year (and every year, really). Cheers!

December 29, 2015


Year in Review | 2015

With only a few days left in the year, I thought I’d hop on the bandwagon and reflect on the past year. There were highs and lows, laughs and tears, moments of greatness and many sleepless nights. I could literally be talking about any year, as this is what my life consists of annually (and sometimes weekly). Regardless, here are a few things to recall from 2015.

+ I’M PROUD OF: the way I’ve leaned into Kansas City. Into new friends, and to saying yes.

+ I'VE LET GO OF: some of the fear of calling people out. Being blunt and honest doesn’t always have to result in hurt feelings. It may sting initially, but it’s typically worthwhile when done with good intention.

+ I STILL NEED TO WORK ON: being more intentional in life. Maybe not spending money on shoes I don’t need. Maybe saving more for the experiences I complain about not being able to experience because I spend too much money (on shoes). Also having less anxiety about things that haven’t happened (and likely won’t).

+ I FELT SUPER ACCOMPLISHED WHEN: I stood up in front of the creative department and pitched a (personal) concept all by my lonesome. It was a new level of vulnerability for me.

+ A BAD HABIT I PICKED UP WAS: binge watching Netflix before bed.

+ A GOAL I HAVE FOR 2016 is: to explore Colorado. And to write more.

+ I'M SUPER EXCITED ABOUT: having my parents within driving distance again. The potential for travel. The birth of my baby (just kidding, just seeing if you’re still with me).

+ I'M GOING TO MAKE TIME FOR: creating, sweating, and exploring. And being a more adventurous chef.

+ NEXT YEAR I WILL: be thankful, grateful, and kind. And maybe brush up on my math–counting with my fingers is generating some disheartening looks.

It's been real, 2015. Thanks for the memories.

November 18, 2015

Quarter of a Century

In a few days I'll be a quarter of a century old. Let that sink in for a minute.

Are you done freaking out yet? Can we move on? Good. Let's catch up on a few of the wild and crazy things I've been up to before I turn to stone.

+ I conquered my (deep) fear of flying in a small plane. And I mean tiny. Like two-passengers-arm-to-arm-the-pilot-better-not-sneeze-because-I'd-have-to-take-over tiny. Are you following? We took off at dusk, flew to a BBQ restaurant at the end of a nearby runway, and cruised above a very lit up Kansas City. It was equal parts fabulous and frightening. We may or may not have diverted a landing at the downtown airport because I had a minor meltdown. I'm here to talk about it, so we'll just leave it at that.

+ I moved! And by moved, I mean I packed up all my shit and realized I have way too much shit. Like why I hold on to some of the things I hold on to is beyond me. Am I really going to wear the sweatpants from junior high track that I've kept in my storage closet for four years? (Not any more, because I took them to Goodwill tonight...#regrets.) I've been reading a lot about this book called The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up (I haven't actually read the book; I've just been reading other people's reviews and takeaways – the broke girl's guide to reading), and what I've gathered is that you are supposed to get rid of things when they no longer bring you joy. You hold the item in your hands and ask yourself, "Does this bring me joy?" If it does, you can keep it; if not, you thank said item for the joy it brought you at one point in your life, then you toss it in that Goodwill pile and pretend like emotional attachment doesn't exist.

+ I made hummus. Like from scratch. Without tahini. It was okay. I actually prefer the store-bought version if I'm being honest. It's much creamier, and I even squished all of the stupid skins off two cans of chickpeas. A lot of work, but I felt very accomplished dipping my carrot sticks in it.

So moral of this post is to do things that scare you. Fly in small planes, get rid of things that are just things, and squish those damn chickpea skins.

Oh, and age is just a number, and is nothing to be frightened by.