This confession starts out with my last car, I keep everything in my car at all times (so now you can say you know someone that travels daily with a kitchenaid mixer in their trunk).

While this confession is not my own, it’s still directly related to my line of work. I will mention no names to preserve the innocent. A styling assistant shared with me her story of shopping for a job.

I needed to be a coconut cracking master, which up until this job, I was not. So after much research, I figured out that I needed a machete.

A couple years ago, when I lived in an apartment by myself, I remember a time when I was really afraid of my neighbors knocking on my door at the most inopportune moment. I feared that they would call the cops and I would get locked up or get placed on a psych hold.

I sometimes have these moments, where I actually double-over because my stomach hurts from laughing so hard at myself. Unfortunately - maybe fortunately, for this confession, at least - there's no photographic evidence.

So, as you’ve already read, I’m a professional food stylist. I make food look great. It’s what I do. I read another food stylist bio once and she said she’s “a makeup artist for the hamburger," (brilliant right?!)... I wish I came up with that line.