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Life is Messy Kitchen Teaser

HELP!!! Please tie my hands to the back of my chair. I cannot control myself from leaking more Life is Messy Kitchen behind the scenes. I hope by the time November 18 comes around, I’ve managed to at least keep the book cover a secret.

 

Goshhh! I could never be the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy. I’m the worst secret-keeper in the galaxy.

 

Having cleared that out to assume no responsibility for third party damages, here’s a lil’ teaser of our trailer video:

 

 

CLICK TO TWEET: Impatiently waiting for Life is Messy Kitchen to come out after watching the teaser – http://bit.ly/1zoY6cx @mayicarles

 

Who’s excited about the full Life is Messy Kitchen mini movie now? I know right? It’ll premier this November 18. Bring popcorn.

 

A special thanks to Joey Loreto + Dorina Szabokelly + my cousin Karina Pallares + uber talented Sarah Tyler for this amazing video collab.

 

xo,

Mayi Carles

Behind the Scenes: Life is Messy Kitchen Top Secret Project

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Flight attendants, please prepare for departure. Life is Messy Kitchen launches in ONE WEEK!!! Countdown will commence in 3-2-1…

 

CLICK TO TWEET: Life is Messy Kitchen launches in ONE WEEK!!! Get it first – http://bit.ly/1gnWpqt @mayicarles

 

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This week, we are putting together the last puzzle pieces + hopefully pulling the last all-nighters of the year + finishing a very top secret coloring book with the tri-MC League (Marbel Canseco + Marcela Claudia Macias + yours truly, Mayi Carles).

 

Here’s a sneak peek… SHHHH!!!

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CLICK TO TWEET: SHHH!!! Behind the Scenes: Life is Messy Kitchen Top Secret Project – http://ctt.ec/EBZ2e+ @mayicarles

 

Between Marcela’s jaw-dropping photographs + Marbelita’s killer design ideation + guest recipes from my favorite foodie friends + a ton of quirky illustrations hand painted by yours truly + your generous spread-the-words, I’ll be surprised if Oprah’s people don’t call. And shocked if you don’t faint from glee. (Bring a pillow to cushion your landing, just to be safe.)

 

By the way, if you have no intentions of owning a copy of Life is Messy Kitchen, HIDE YOUR KIDS. I repeat, hide your kids. If those lil’ supers see it, you’ll be screwed. Like when they see Lucky Charms in the cereal aisle. There’s no turning back. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.

 

Stay tuned for more Life is Messy Kitchen behind the scenes magic!

 

xo,

Mayi Carles

 

P.S.: If you would like to be a part of the Life is Messy Kitchen LAUNCH-O-RAMANESS for a chance to win cool prices + social media love from me + good karma calorie-free cookie points, shoot me an e-mail at mayicarles@gmail.com.

 

Photography Credit

Sarah Tyler

Behind the Scenes: Life is Messy Kitchen Trailer (And A Call for Help)

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It’s been an amazing year of growing + playing in the kitchen + enjoying ridiculously delicious food + discovering that I’m not Batman. Batman is Batman!

 

I’ve burned more granola that I’d like to admit.

 

I can’t stop at just one cookie.

 

I wanna eat the entire fridge after watching Masterchef.

 

I’m not exactly sure what an antioxidant is just yet.

 

I don’t like waiting for my “cheat day” to eat pizza. That sh*t ain’t right.

 

And the most wonderful part of it all is that I no longer feel ashamed to admit it, since you showed up + since you raised your hand + since you said,  “Me, too!”

 

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Life is Messy Kitchen officially comes out Tuesday, November 18, 2014. And I’m recruiting. 

 

I’m recruiting an exclusive team of 25 ambassadors to lead the LAUNCH-O-RAMA festivities.

 

Funny back story: The other day, I woke David up so he could help me brainstorm ideas for the Life is Messy Kitchen book launch. He’s like, “Baby, do we really have to do this now? It’s 11:51pm.” I was like, “Mmmm. Yeah!”

 

Pre-lauch Mayi isn’t much fun LOL.

 

But I will tell you this: I would have never gotten the cojones to ask for your help if it weren’t for him.

 

David: “Just ask your tribe, the people that love + support you to give you a hand.”

 

Me: “What? Are you CRAZY. You can’t do that.”

 

David: “Why not?”

 

Mayi: “Well… well… because it looks unprofessional. Like I can’t do it by myself. Like I’ve got nothing under control. Like I’m a mess. Like it’s 30 days till launch + I’m still brainstorming.”

 

David: “Then that’s exactly why you should. Because you are human. And I think your community would feel pretty special if they knew how much you need them right now.”

 

The truth is: I DO need you. Especially right now.

 

THANK YOU SO MUCH for being on my team. For having my back. For camping in my tent. I’m so lucky to have you. Seriously.

 

To get us pumped, I leave you with some behind the scenes from this weekend’s Life is Messy Kitchen video shoot:

 

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I was so discouraged when the first person I contacted to film the trailer didn’t even return my messages. So rude. The second person, actually came to my studio, then PUFF disappeared. Never even submitted an actual proposal. The third videographer I found felt too corporatey for what I had in mind.

 

I wanted a video that celebrated my quirks + showed off my overly excitable personality + captured the messy parts in between that everyone hides.

 

The day I stopped looking, was the day the beautiful + freakishly talented Sarah Tyler appeared in my line of vision.

 

From our first Skype chat I knew I was in good hands. She got me, she got the process + I knew she was going to make a great little movie.

 

“Hey Universe, thanks for letting all those other stuff fall apart, so this cookbook trailer could fall together. Amen.”

 

“Hey virtual fam’, thanks for helping a sister out BIG TIME. If this book gets in the hands of Ellen it will be because of YOU! God bless.”

 

Today, let’s celebrate the Universe having our back. And for having each other.

 

Perfect + bulletproof are seductive, but they don’t exist in the human experience. We must dare to show up to our own creative process. We must embrace not having our clue what to do next. We must ask for what we need help with. In the words of Gustavo Cerati, “Mereces lo que sueñas” (English translation: “You deserve what you dream”.) So don’t for a second dream anything less than extraordinary.

 

Trust the mess.

 

xo,

Mayi Carles

 

P.S.: If you would like to be a part of the Life is Messy Kitchen LAUNCH-O-RAMA for a chance to win cool prices + social media love from me + good karma calorie-free cookie points, shoot me an e-mail at mayicarles@gmail.com!

 

Photography Credit

Sarah Tyler

Late Friday Night Confession: I’m Standing at the Edge of a Cliff

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I’m standing at the edge of a cliff. At the tip of a very BIG audacious moment. And I’m a lil’ scared.

 

I’m submitting Abuelita Nany’s signature Ron Ponche recipe to Sweet Paul Magazine’s Holiday Contest. For 87 years granny’s kept this recipe a secret, until I bribed her with this competition. If there is something granny likes more than cooking is winning.

 

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Happiness is… ferociously following granma’ around the kitchen with a video camera to document this heirloom recipe. Until the very end she was still trying to sneak up on me, ninja-style so I couldn’t measure her “to taste” additions. “Abu, you told me this recipe called for 8 egg yolks. I just counted TWENTY FOUR!!!”. Sneaky granny. Sneaky sneaky indeed.

 

Happiness is… faking I didn’t actually learn how to recreate Nany’s Ron Ponche, so she keeps on making it herself. Cuz nothing says “Llegó Navidad” like the smell of rum coming from grandma’s kitchen.

 

Happiness is… hitting submit + feeling I already won.

 

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I’m standing at the edge of a cliff. At the tip of a very BIG audacious moment. And I’m a lil’ scared.

 

One year ago, I sketched this pencil drawing you see above on the back of a journal page thinking, “Wouldn’t it be sooooo cool if I could create an app to make life a little less messy + a lot more awesome?” It felt downright ku-ra-zy. Everything inside me yelled, “Impossible. You can’t.”

 

So I did.

 

Here’s to humble beginnings that start in napkins + Post-It notes + in the back of Moleskin journals. Here’s to crazy ideas that make you wanna jump out of bed in the morning. Here’s to starting before you are ready. Here’s to saying yes + figuring it out afterwards.

 

Speaking of afterwards…

 

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No the app ain’t ready. Yet.

 

I can see the Life is Messy App finish line, it’s right there, but things keeps happening + happening, and the launch keeps on getting postponed + postponed due to a million different little things – glitches + family emergencies + last minute interface rearrangements + technical walls of China + lions + tigers + bears… oh my!

 

I’m anxiously bitting my nails. I’m breathing into brown bags. I fear that because I’ve been talking about this project for so long, people are gonna think I’m a fraud. After all, I’m still “talking about it” + not “being it”… not “showing it”.

 

But know what?

 

Happiness is… remembering why I started + what I came here to do, and heck showing up + trying. Even when it gets hard + less fun. Specially when it gets harder + not as fun times. This is the part where most people pack their bags + quit. But, I can’t. I have no where else to go.

 

Happiness is… being so certain that this is my path that I can afford to wait.

 

Happiness is… caring about something so deeply that it inspires me to power though + hang tough.

 

Happiness is… that feeling of wanting to show the world what I’ve created from the heart. Like waiting to see everyone open their presents Christmas morning. The anticipation. The dreaming about phase. There is magic in the waiting… in the not knowing exactly how everything will unfold.

 

I’m standing at the edge of a cliff. At the tip of a very BIG audacious moment. And I’m a lil’ scared.

 

Years back, after watching The Bucket List, I wrote my own. Yes, “Adopt a baby panda” is on there. So is, “Publish s cookbook. It’s happening. And this November, there will be a red Sharpie checkmark to the left of that one. It will be epic. I will french kiss my husband with my “Rouge” Coco Chanel lipstick + disco dance under the moonlight + get happy drunk on limoncello shots + name all my stuffed animals after every single soul that made this come true.

 

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Happiness is… having 72 illustrations left to go (aka paint + scan + clean up in Photoshop + vectorize + send to Marbel Canseco for book design sorcery), due in 14 days. So close I can almost taste it, yet so much work ahead. But I’ve so got this. Gimme an M. Gimme an A. Gimme a Y. Gimme an I. Ra ra ra. I’m not worried, at all. I’m so not gonna panic. No way Jose. Why am I hyperventilating? Wait, did I put on deodorant? Where’s did I last see my Burnt Umber paint tube? I’m huuuuuungry, borderline hangry. Ahhhhhhhhh!!!

 

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Happiness is… not knowing how, but feeling with every ounce of my being that it will all get done, somehow. And I will survive. I will finish painting dad + I making pizza together, along with 71 other sketches. Just don’t ask me how. I dunno.

 

Happiness is… not being a lawyer. Sorry mom. Well, because I wouldn’t trade this hot mess I got myself into… this uncertainty… this not knowing for sure what tomorrow will bring… this moment of absolute lack of control, for any steady paycheck. Not interested in the fancy desk + leather arm chair + Marc Jacobs suit thank you very much. The paint staining pajamas will do. Plus, I’m kinda of a big deal on my blog. What lawyer can say that, right?

 

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I know the odds are not in my favor. And I’m a lil’ scared. Okay more like, at the verge of a nervous breakdown. I know, because everyday feel like I’m PMSing. A girl knows.

 

I have never felt more vulnerable + more uncomfortable + more scared, than now. But at the same time, I have never felt happier + more sure that this what I’m meant to be doing + more A-LIVE.

 

I might not know everything there is about you, but…

 

I know that what you’re trying to do is crazy pants + it takes courage.

 

I know that everything that could have stood in the way has.

 

I know some people think you lost your mind.

 

I know you’re standing at the verge of your own metaphorical cliff too.

 

And I know you are scared.

 

Me too!

 

I might not know all there is, but I know that those war scars you’ve got are proof that you are way stronger than everything that tried to beat you.

 

I might not have all the answers, but you are welcome to camp at my tent anytime sister. We’ll figure it out, together. I’ll start the bonfire. Tell me your story. I’ll make the S’mores.

 

xo,

Mayi Carles

I Have A Dream…

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There are two chocolate chip cookies left in the cookie jar that I’m trying to ignore. (Willpower Mayi. The force is strong with you.) So if today’s post feels a bit scattered…oh look a pony!

 

Moving on…

 

Where’s today’s Friday Video Time? I made you a video. About speed bumps + things. Yoo-hoo, where are you? Did my red inflatable T-Rex eat it? (T-Rex did you eat today’s episode? Then why are there crumbs all over your face + lil’ chubby hands? Open your mouth Mister. Baaaad boy T-Rex. BAD BOY!!!)

 

(I’m not gonna cry. I’m not gonna cry. I can fix this!!!)

 

Wait! I have a back up plan. And a dream. A couple actually.

 

I have a dream that everyone starts writing things by hand again. Letters to friends. Thank you cards. Memos. Digital communication is convenient. And easy. But ask anybody, there’s a huge difference between texting someone + getting snail mail. I would know because I got a pop-up card from a happy client this week + it felt like my birthday.

 

I have a dream that everyone starts cooking from scratch. Making pancakes that don’t come from a box for a change. Playing MasterChef. Testing a different lemonade recipe every week. Packing region inspired picnics. Celebrating life’s everythings, anythings, around food + multiple course dinners with loved ones for no particular reason other than just wanting to.

 

I have a dream that people start hosting themed parties. I call Frida Kahlo. You can be Salvador Dali. Or Coco Chanel.

 

I have a dream that people start reaching out into the back of their closets. For a dress that’s not part of their regular uniform repertoire. One that makes them feel amazing. And pretty. And take a few extra minutes to put on mascara + a bit of lipstick. And perfume. Oh la la.

 

I have a dream that everyone starts making friends based on caring. I see too much “I give you this if you give me that” friends these days. “I’ll be in your webinar if you tweet about my launch.” I’ll write a testimonial if you agree to guest post on my blog.” We can all tell what you’re doing. Real friendships cannot be bought or swapped for Scooby Snacks. Doesn’t work like that. What this world needs is a group hug.

 

I have a dream that everyone starts cleaning the house in rollerblade. (Wait you didn’t do that as a kid?) Barefoot works too. Or in panda slippers. Freshening up a room with something unexpected + fabulous from an antique market. Painting the walls. Decorating with fresh flowers from the farmer’s market. It’s therapeutic.

 

I have a dream that people stop taking themselves so seriously. Include on their to-do lists things like “High five a stranger” or “Come up with a secret handshake”.

 

I have a dream that everyone starts making vision boards. With Modpodge + glitter + magazine cut outs. With words + quotes that remind them who they want to be + how they want to feel. With their favorite testimonials that help them remember why they started this journey in the first place. Crazy messy is part of the creative process.

 

I have a dream that people start watching more Disney movies. And building blanket forts. And coloring. And wearing capes.

 

I have a dream that everyone starts using fluffy socks. For comfort. For warmth. And for sliding around the linoleum floor like ninjas.

 

I have a dream that everyone starts making playlists. For dancing in the shower. For sexy time with their man. For world domination. For when they’re sad. For creativity + radical silliness + teletransporting themselves to when they were kids. For every occasion imaginable.

 

I have a dream that everyone starts trading the weekend to-do list for a swing or a hammock. Start taking some unselfies from time to time. And sneak out early on Friday, to dangle their feet in an infinity swimming pool…

 

(To be continued…)

 

In the meantime, step into the mic. Proclaim your dream. “I have a dream __________________.” Fill in the blanks supernova.

 

xo,

Mayi Carles

Come on in! Yes you, in your paint stained pajamas if you wish. This is your space to dream up + spill open your splendidly messy life in progress. You're bound to leave here feeling happier + super empowered + most certainly loved.

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