Monthly Archives: April 2016

Bachelorette Baking

Hey everyone!

So, as I mentioned in my previous post, I am going to be in two weddings this spring/summer, and the first one is coming up in less than two weeks!!

About a week ago the bridesmaids put together a fabulous bachelorette for the bride-to-be, which involved belly dancing, a guessing game involving underwear, lingerie, and, of course, tons of food!

A few of those who attended the party were asked to bring either an appetizer or a dessert, and I was among  those asked!

I chose to bring a dessert, mostly because I really enjoy baking, but also because I found really cute bra and underwear cookies on Pinterest that I really wanted to make! And someone had made them for my bachelorette and I wanted to give them a shot!

So, I decided that I would share the process of making these delightful cookies with you!

I got the recipe for the sugar cookies off of Pinterest, but I did a bit of tweaking to fit my particular needs! Here’s the link to the original recipe

Here is my take on the recipe:


  • 3 Cups Flour
  • 1/8 tsp Baking Powder
  • 1/4 tsp Salt
  • 1 Cup Butter
  • 1 Cup Sugar
  • 1 Egg
  • 1 tsp Pure Vanilla

My version of the preparation instructions:

  1. Cream butter and sugar together in a stand mixer
  2. Add egg and vanilla
  3. In a separate bowl, combine flour, salt, and baking powder.
  4. With mixer on low, slowly add dry ingredients to the wet.
  5. Mix until dough forms.
  6. Roll dough into ball, cover with plastic wrap, and store in fridge overnight.

The Next Day…

  • Take dough out of fridge AT LEAST 30 minutes prior to rolling! I took mine out 30 minutes beforehand but it was still quite hard to work with.
  • Preheat oven to 350 F
  • Once dough is warm enough to work with, roll out to about 1/4 inch thick. (Sometimes my dough got a bit thin, which is OK if you like crispy cookies but if you want soft and puffy ones, try to keep the dough a bit thicker)
  • Cut your cookies into desired shape. I used a heart, but obviously you can use whatever shape you like!
  • Baking: In the original recipe it is suggested that you bake the cookies on the top rack for about 7 minutes. I tried this on my first batch but found that the cookies were unevenly baked. So for my particular oven, I had to bake them for 11 minutes in total; 8 minutes on the top rack and 3 minutes on the middle rack. But again, baking times totally depend on your oven
  • Cool completely before decorating


After baking the cookies, I searched a few images of bra/underwear cookies to use as a reference, but, really, it was pretty self-explanatory! For decorating, I used Wilton Sparkle Gel in red and pink and Wilton Cookie Icing in light pink. Of course, use whatever colours suit you best! I originally wanted to use white cookie icing, but accidentally grabbed the light pink instead! Oh well, the end result was still pretty great! (in my opinion) and I had a really fun time making them!


Just a quick note about the gel… I thought that the gel would solidify after a few minutes, but sadly things didn’t work out that way. It took all night for the gel to set, so transporting the cookies was a bit of a pain. But, again, the end result of using the sparkly gel was quite pretty, though I don’t think I will use it again.

Taadaa! Here is what the final product looks like! Please don’t judge too harshly, I’m most certainly not an artist, and I realize that my cookies aren’t quite Pinterest worthy, but I was just happy that they weren’t a total fail!


Hope you enjoy!

A Tale of Two Weddings

When I was about 16, I stumbled upon the well-known show, Say Yes to the Dress. Ever since then, I have been obsessed with weddings!! I loved everything about them, from the story of how the couple first met, to the flavour of cake they decided to go with! I never get tired of talking about weddings! I was over the moon excited when I got to plan my own wedding in 2014 and now, this year, I am so happy to have been asked by two of my best friends, to also be a part of their big day!

Both of these beautiful women, were a part of my wedding party as well, which makes this even for special (for me anyway) that I get to also stand up with them as they say their vows, and commit their lives to the wonderful men that God has given them!

Friends bw

The first wedding that I’m a bridesmaid in, will take place on May 7 of this year, in Bancroft. Very close to where I got married actually! (The couple in the middle)

And the second wedding, which I am the Matron of Honour in, will be on August 27 of this year, in Peterborough! (The couple on the far right)

It’s been so exciting so far to share a lot of special moments with each of these amazing women! Dress shopping, discussing centerpieces, music… weddings truly are my addiction…

Right now, though, the wedding in May is coming up in just over two weeks, so I’ve been pretty focused on helping the bride with whatever she needs, and making sure all my duties as a bridesmaid are fulfilled!

The last two weeks before the wedding are so exciting! I feel a tad bit sad for the bride, as this time can be a bit stressful, but the excitement usually outweighs the stress as everyone prepares for the Day!

This week, for me, is all about getting my dress altered, and my hair cut and dyed, so I don’t look too unruly for the wedding!

I’ll keep you all posted on how things are going before wedding and hopefully I’ll have pictures to show you!

New Glasses

If you are someone who wears glasses on a regular basis, I’m sure you’re quite familiar with process of going to the optometrist every year or so and the joy (or maybe dread) of getting new glasses!

For me, because I was born with my eye condition, I have been wearing glasses since I was three years old, so I’m sure you can imagine how happy it made me when I got to trade in an old pair for a new one!

Growing up, I was only able to get new glasses every two years, which, when I was younger, was a bit of a challenge because usually by the time those two years was up, the frames were literally being held together by tape!

On the opposite year, though, going to see the optometrist wasn’t nearly as fun, because I still had to go for a routine checkup but I would leave with the same, old, generally falling apart pair of glasses.

And that’s how it went for about fifteen years! Seeing the doctor every year, and getting new glasses every other year. This carried on until I was eighteen. I was officially an adult, and because of that I had to start making my own appointments and, of course, paying for my own eye wear.

So, being the typical teenager that I was, I put off going to see my doctor, which, in turn, meant no new glasses for me… I had planned on going before my wedding, but I never made it… And I just kept putting it off… and putting it off…. Until one day, while I was cleaning the bathroom, I was cheerily going about the usual business of cleaning the toilet, when before I realized it, my glasses had slipped off my nose and into the toilet bowl!!! Gross, does not even begin to cover it… But it was in that moment that I declared to myself that I was going to the doctor as soon as possible to get new glasses because, I was too disturbed to wear, my now toilet soiled, old pair.

I made the appointment, and about two weeks later, I went in for my routine check up, but I was mostly just excited to finally replace my old, dirty and rather outdated frames!

I browsed for about an hour or so before I settled on a pair… I’m a very indecisive person, and it’s even more amplified when it comes to choosing glasses…. but with the help of my awesome husband, and the lovely office staff I found a pair that I was 90% sure of… I say 90% because I’m almost never 100% in love with any set of frames because I’m never quite sure how they’re going to look with the orange lenses, and it’s really quite hard for me to imagine… anyway, they sent me on my way saying that I should hear back in about six weeks…

I was so excited when I got the call that they were in! Finally, after 4 long years, I had new glasses! So I drove.. well, my husband drove me, out to the doctor’s office to pick up my new glasses.

And then I saw them… Honestly, my first reaction was “oh. my. goodness. I hate them” followed by, “What was I thinking??”. The lenses were huge in comparison to my previous pair… I had not anticipated them being so big… It looked (or so I thought) as though my face had been swallowed by orange!!

Of course, this is not the first time that I was disappointed in the frames I chose. I had happened to me once or twice when I was younger… But it made me quite upset this time around, because I had loved the frames when I picked them out, but with the orange lenses I really did not… But the reality was, that I needed them, so I (begrudgingly) took them home… I wore them all that day, not really enjoying my day because I thought that I looked rather dumb… not to mention they gave me a huge headache, and I had to go out and buy a new pair of sunglasses that would fit over top of my new monstrosities… Needless to say, that wasn’t a day that I wanted to remember..

Truthfully, I’m still not in love with my new glasses, even after a week with them, but with a lot of encouragement from Dylan, and overall, positive feedback from my friends and family, I am slowly but surely coming to terms with them, and even though I’m not crazy about them, I’m willing to tough it out and hope that I learn to love them!


What do you guys think?

You and Me Forever

 If you live to be 100, I want to live 100 minus 1 day so I would never have to live a day without you ~ Winnie the Pooh

Love is beautiful.

Like so many others, as a young girl, I dreamed of falling in love with a handsome prince (I know, cliché) and living happily ever after! I truly believed that falling in love was just like in the movies. You would bump into a random stranger, go on one date, and fall madly in love… Of course, as I grew up, I quickly came to realize that was not how it worked. At all.

I distinctly remember, when I was about 14, having a conversation with one of my best friends and stating that when I was 16 I would have a boyfriend, be married by 18 or 19, and probably have kids by 21…. Looking back, I just have to laugh at my naive, 14-year-old self… Clearly that’s not how my life turned out… But in the long run I’m very thankful that it didn’t turn out the way my teenage self thought it would. Turns out, I needed to learn a few lessons along the way to finding the amazing man who is now my husband.

My 16th birthday was when it all began. I remember spending this birthday at my best friend’s house, which was fine with me at the time, as I had a little crush on one of her brothers. (oh silly me) Anyway, it was then that I started to care what boys thought of me, and I started to panic (ever so slightly) about the fact that I did not yet have a boyfriend, or even a prospective boyfriend. (my crush didn’t like me back.. it was all very dramatic) But still, I clung to the hope that by the time I turned 17, I would have a special someone to bring home to meet my family…. To my great disappointment, by the time my birthday came along, there was still no boyfriend… that was when full panic mode set in! I remember feeling very depressed over the next year, crying myself to sleep on many occasions because I thought that no boy would ever love me. I began to think that it was because of my disability, that no boy was interested in me…. I mean, who would want to date a girl who wears orange glasses, right?

Wrong! And that was one of the lessons that I needed to learn. looking back, God had been trying to teach me this for over 2 years, but I had been too obsessed with finding someone to see what He was trying to say to me. Before I could be with someone… before I could love someone… I had to learn to love the way that I was created, I needed to be reminded that I was precious to God. I also needed to be reminded of the fact that God loves me. Even if I feel ugly or useless, or forgotten, He always loves me. So before He could bring someone into my life, I had to learn to be completely satisfied with His love, and to accept the fact that I am beautiful in His eyes.

And that’s when it happened. It’s not like I accepted who I was and the next day God brought me a boyfriend, oh no. But because I was no longer in desperate search of someone to love, I thought nothing of it when, at Bible college, God stuck a stubborn, opinionated, curly-haired man in my life…

College was not technically the first time I had met Dylan. We met at camp 4 years earlier, but he didn’t like me then, and truthfully, I didn’t much care for him either. But it was while we attended school, that we actually became friends, because, upon actually speaking to each other, we discovered that neither one of us was really that repulsing… But as I said earlier, when we became friends, dating was the furthest thing from my mind, which worked out well because, at the time, he was quite interested in dating one of my friends. But as the school year went on, we became closer, and around 2 weeks before graduation, I started developing a little bit of a crush… sadly nothing became of it at the time, and even though we spent the following summer together at camp, I found myself moving on to yet another crush.

During that summer, I had gone on vacation with my family and had become quite infatuated with one of the boys I met while there, and so I became quite perplexed, when I returned to camp, the final week of summer, to find that Dylan had told several of my friends that he liked me (being the true friends they were, they gave me a heads up before he talked to me)

I remember being so confused… How could I pick between two boys, especially when one liked me?! I knew that later that week, Dylan was going to talk to me about his feelings, which was a very scary thought to me, because I had no idea what he was going to say. Luckily when the day came, he simply asked that we hang out often during the upcoming year, which I was perfectly OK with because he was quickly becoming one of my best friends.

And that’s how it went. He was in school that fall, and I would come over and have tea with him, and we would talk and have fun and we never once spoke about feelings.

But then Halloween came around, and his school was having a party, and he invited me. So I went with him, but we soon left to have tea (that was our thing) and he sat me down and asked me 3 questions: Do you like hanging out with me? Do you want to continue hanging out with me? Do you see our relationship going any further? I didn’t answer him right away. In fact, I took an entire week to answer him! (much to his dismay) Long story short, I said “yes” to all 3 questions.


It was amazing!! Although, at the beginning of our relationship, things were a bit awkward… we didn’t speak much… we were just generally awkward people.. and of course our relationship had some rough patches…but I didn’t care! I knew, shortly after we started dating, that he was the man who I was going to marry… I was in love (finally!!)


We dated for 1 year and 3 months, and at midnight, on Valentine’s Day, he gave me a scrapbook of all our wonderful memories over the past year, and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him!! *spoiler* I said yes 🙂


9 months later, on September 27, 2014, we were married. It was a beautiful day. Absolutely perfect.




We’ve now been married for 1 year and 8 months, and it has been quite a whirlwind! It hasn’t always been easy either, we’ve been through some pretty tough times emotionally, physically, financially… but I wouldn’t change it for the world! It’s the tough times in life that make us appreciate what God has given us… and I am truly thankful that he gave me such a loving man to share the good times and the bad with!

It has been quite a journey for me so far, but as I look back on my life, I’m so glad that things didn’t work out the way I thought they would. God has taught me so much about who He is and who I am, and although, some of these lessons have been hard, I know that I am better for it.

I look forward to what God has in store for us in the years to come, and can’t wait to share these adventures with the love of my life.


But first, coffee



Coffee is something that is near and dear to my heart!

It is a bit strange that I would dedicate an entire post to a beverage, but one of the first things that you should know about me is that I love coffee! So I thought I would
put in a little bit of a disclaimer, that I may or may not reference this tasty drink on a regular basis.

I love coffee for all of the normal reasons. It tastes amazing, it smells fantastic, and it’s very comforting to wrap your hands around a warm cup of Joe! But, there is more to my obsession than all the wonderful things listed above. I also adore this drink for all the memories that are associated with it.

I was 13 when I first started drinking coffee. I know, I know, that’s fairly young to start drinking a slightly addictive caffeinated beverage, but nevertheless, that’s when it all began. It was then that I realized that almost all social gatherings (at least for my generation) were centered around coffee. We seldom would ask “Do you want to hang out?” instead it would be, “lets get coffee” or something along those lines. (Even for those who didn’t drink coffee). That’s when I fell in love with the whole idea of coffee. It was a gateway into adulthood, it opened opportunities to build friendships, and to spend quality time with family.

As I reflect, it’s truly amazing how many memories  come to mind while I’m enjoying a cuppa… laughing at a silly joke that one of my siblings made after dinner…. going on a romantic, late night, date with my love… spending time with good friends… making new friends… Every time I smell the sweet aroma of java, I’m taken back to a beautiful moment in my life, and I’m reminded just how wonderful my life has been!

I know it isn’t coffee itself that made these memories… it’s the people we shared our coffee with that make life special… and I guess that’s the point I’m trying to make through all of this… coffee brings people together..


What can I say? I’m obsessed!



Hello there!

My name is Bethany, and I am so happy that you decided to drop by! Grab yourself a snack or a cup of coffee (or both) and join me on my adventure!

First, a little background story: As I said above, my name is Bethany, I’m 22 years old, married to my amazing husband, Dylan and I am a stay at home wife. I also have a very large family, which includes my parents, 5 siblings(2 girls, 3 boys), 2 sisters-in-law, and two beautiful nephews! Dylan’s family is also quite big, and it includes his parents, and his 3 sisters!


Now that you know a little bit more about my beautiful and very extensive family, it’s time to focus a little bit more on my reasons for starting this blog.

I’m sure some of you are curious as to why someone would name their blog “ColourblindLife”, and I admit it’s a bit strange, however, the reason I chose such an odd name is simply explained by the fact that I am completely colour blind. That’s right, you heard me. 100% colour blind. I have never, and will never see colour.

Now, there is a reason for this, it’s not like I just woke up one day and couldn’t tell what colour the sky was! I was born with a condition known as Achromatopsia. The technical definition of this condition is, “a non-progressive and hereditary visual disorder which is characterized by decreased vision, light sensitivity and lack of colour vision. it effects 1 in 33,000 people in the US”

To put it simply, I am legally blind, my eyes are super sensitive to light, which is why I wear orange glasses, and I can see no colour. Just black and white for me!

Please don’t misunderstand me, I am in no way here to write a sad story about my condition. Or to complain about how hard life is for me, I am simply here to tell my story.

I get asked, on almost a daily basis, how I function without colour vision. How I do simple tasks like going shopping by myself and how I choose my nail polish colour and everything in between. So I decided that it would be fun to start my very own blog, and share with you what  life is like in black and white.