Karina's Catering

I once found myself ready to toss my phone out of a moving train because the universe decided that my morning latte should be more milk than coffee. It was one of those days where stress levels were sky-high and my patience was practically subterranean. Enter creative journaling, my accidental savior. I picked up a […]

I once had a living room that looked like a furniture showroom had a love child with a hospital waiting room. No soul, just beige on beige. I’d sit there, contemplating my life choices, wondering if my walls could actually induce a coma. Then it hit me—like a two-by-four to the forehead—this space was a […]

I once discovered a jar of pickles in the back of my pantry that was so old, it could have qualified for a senior citizen’s discount. The label was faded, the brine had turned a questionable shade, and I realized I had no idea how long it had been there. This is what happens when […]

I once discovered a jar of pickles in the back of my pantry that was so old, it could have qualified for a senior citizen’s discount. The label was faded, the brine had turned a questionable shade, and I realized I had no idea how long it had been there. This is what happens when […]

I’ll be honest—my home-based makerspace is more chaos theory than organized perfection. Picture this: a mountain of half-finished projects, precariously balanced like a modern art installation, taunting me with their incompleteness. I once tripped over a rogue soldering iron, nearly face-planting into a pile of tangled wires and mismatched screws. Let’s just say, I learned […]