An Irish Adventure

Did you know I used to be an Irish step dancer?

That, fueled by David’s Irish background, is what led to our choice of Ireland for our next vacation. Dave and I also wanted an outdoor vacation, full of scenic landscape and far-out places.

And, landscape there was – lots of it.  Green pastures, sheep, cows (so many cows), and goats roaming the far hillsides. The views seemed endless; from mountains, to hills, to valleys, to ocean views, you could get every view you’d need.

We started the trip in Dublin, picking up our rental car. Of course, me being me, I just figured it would be equipped with GPS. Think again, Jordan. Time to pull out the ol’ map.

Thankfully, we navigated the new lanes, followed the paper route and, of course, asked the locals when we were in desperate need of help.


From Dublin, we drove to Kinsale, Cork in southern Ireland. It’s a small port town just south of the city Cork. We walked about the town center and visited some local shops – like Koko’s Chocolate!

We checked in with our Airbnb host, Gillian, who was all about the environment, showing us how we should compost through our stay.

There were four different bins we were to put our food in — cooked food, raw food, plastics and paper, and (unfortunate) general waste that didn’t fit any of those requirements.

Our room was an “Olde Cow Stall” that was converted into a living area. It was an absolutely beautiful space full of natural light and a wonderfully cozy bed.

Our first night out we had a Kinsale Pale Ale and fish and chips, caught locally. It was incredibly tasty.


We also visited a fort while we were in Kinsale called Charles Fort. It’s open now as one of the surviving 17th century star-shaped forts that was in use until 1922.

From Kinsale, we drove to a little town called Lahinch, near the city of Doolin on the west coast.

We chose the Lahinch because of it’s proximity to the Cliffs of Moher, Ireland’s most visited natural landscape.

The history of the Cliffs started about 320 million years ago, when weather in that area was much warmer, with the cliffs situated at the head of a large river. The river’s end brought sand and mud to the mouth, eventually creating what we know today as the Cliffs of Moher. The name comes from a ruined fort  “Mothar” which was demolished and made to be a signal tower during the Napoleonic wars.

The path along the cliffs are quite terrifying. After a certain point, the Visitor Centre ends it’s path and goes straight into a self-guided path.

It turns from a paved path to a dirt path, just along the edge of the cliff, with no barriers or nets just-in-case. It’s truly untouched, but dangerous, as there have been accidents from slipping.

As you may assume from the photos below, Dave had no fear. Look at him go!

From our path along the cliffs, we headed back to Dublin. We stopped in for a cup of coffee and wifi to find our way to our Airbnb and to get ready for a cultural heritage tour of Dublin.


I would be remiss to mention that Guinness tastes wonderful. Foamy and rich, it tastes like you might as well be sipping on a glass of cold chocolate milk.


Speaking of chocolate, we also found a “Chocolate Cafe” named Butler’s, which we had to take a photo with because it’s David’s namesake, Butler.

Saint Patrick’s Cathedral was also magical.

Ireland was beautiful and full of significant history. It’s ever-changing landscape and political unrest was interesting to learn about.

If headed to Ireland any time soon, I encourage you to rent a car to travel. By car, you can truly get the feel of the land, even though it can be terrifying to the seasoned American driver.

Try all the beers, eat all the fish, and pack wool socks.



One Year of Handmade Lipstick

The Tart Peach blog turned rad small lipstick biz is one year old (YAY! WOOHOO!).

Last year my boyfriend Dave bought me a do-it-yourself lip balm kit for my 22nd birthday. We started mixing, melting, and experimenting that night. With my general love of lipstick, a lot of trail and error (AAA-lot), and support from my fam + David, The Tart Peach Lipstick has grown into a dope side hustle.

Last August I started selling a few colors of lipstick on my online Etsy page. I started with a 4 cavity clay mold that only yielded 1 or 2 lipsticks every go around. After plenty of failures, I decided to upgrade to an all-aluminum 12 cavity lipstick mold.

Since then, I’ve added over 13 more colors, had over 200 online sales, and sell wholesale in Utah, Indiana, California, and a few stores here in Ohio.

I’ve talked on a podcast about The Tart Peach lippies and have a mini-documentary/interview, too! (Listen below).

click here < podcast

click here < video

All of this success was because of YOU! All of my friends and family who bought my lipstick – thank you thank you.

Here is a year’s worth of lipstick photos, starting from the beginning.


Sweet San Fran | stories and more

San Fransisco, California.

I traveled to San Francisco, California knowing, and dreaming, up a few things.

One, I knew there was a bridge. Two, I knew there was a recently opened Museum of Modern Art. Three, I knew that somewhere (over the rainbow) there were redwood trees.

During my trip I discovered all these things. The Golden Gate Bridge, I learned, eluded to the name of The Golden Strait, the narrow entrance between the Pacific Ocean and the San Francisco Bay. The Golden Strait was named by U.S. Army Officer John C. Frémont who first discovered it in 1846. They first discovered gold in California just two years later. However, its an orange bridge and not named because of it’s color or because of the gold they found. It was actually written in Frémont’s memoir that the strait looked similar to the Golden Horn harbor in then Byzantium (now modern-day Istanbul). Read more here.


The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art had been closed for three years until its grand re-opening this past May. The museum has expanded and now offers free admission to people 18 years and younger.

I admired it’s new architecture and the incredible magnitude of each exhibit. David, my boyfriend, and I started at the top floor and worked our way down. Our favorite part of the museum was the insane vertical garden built just outside the museum walls. I also loved seeing Frida Kahlo’s artwork and the work of Rothko as well.

While modern art to some can be tasteless, and I admit it can be hard to understand at times, the SFMOMA did a wonderful job combining all persons tastes no matter what artistic background they had.

The Redwoods.

While the Redwoods are all over California, some people only recognize it as one “redwood forest.” Actually, I was one of those people. I educated myself and learned that California has 40 miles of coastal parks that house and protect these magical redwood trees.

Redwood trees are known for their width and height. Though, they are not necessarily the biggest. Sequioa trees are larger in width but not by height.

Many people wonder how they grow so tall. Redwoods have thrived in a foggy, wet, and dark climates for thousands of years, and are grown in rich, deep soil. They also were known to have some fire damage (thought to be caused by lightning) which caused burls in the tree (a trees scar tissue) that helped the trees grow even more. When we were in California, we visited the Armstrong Redwoods State Reserve. We read about the fire damage on the trees but they mentioned that is was not recent (not in any written memory, that is).

I also read on the National Park Service website that over 96% of the original old-coast redwood trees were logged. During the gold rush, lumberjacks and gold diggers made their way out to the coast to dig for gold and to chop these big baby redwoods down (to build their booming society). It wasn’t until many of the trees were logged that they were realized as precious and valuable trees. In the 1920’s many people then began to try to preserve these trees, such as the 1918 Save-The-Redwoods League.

The park that we visited, the Armstrong Redwoods State Reserve, was named after Colonel Armstrong. He was a successful army official and business man, owning and operating a sawmill site in California after his move from Ohio (WOO!). He later learned of his love of forestry and the redwoods in specific.

In 1878 he gifted 440 acres of what is now known as the Armstrong Redwoods State Reserve to his daughter, Kate Armstrong, to help make his dream of an arboretum. After many failed attempts and trials, and even after his death, in 1917 the now Armstrong Redwoods State Reserve was bought by the County of Sonoma. It officially opened as the Armstrong Redwoods State Reserve in 1936 and in 1964 it was finally deemed a State Natural Reserve. You can read more about the reserve here.

That a Wrap (up).

Our trip to California was inspiring and informative. The price of living, however, (around $5,000 a month to rent an apartment in downtown San Fran) coupled with its crippling homeless situation showed some of Sweet San Fran’s troubles. I wanted to so badly help the many people that were laying on the street and in the subway, but didn’t know how.

Thank you for reading along and I hope that my informative trip to California may help yours.

Cheers. See you on the next adventure,

Jordan | The Tart Peach

Toronto Travel


This past weekend David and I traveled to Toronto, Canada (the capital of the province Ontario). Neither of us had visited Canada before and were pretty ~stoked~ to see what there was.

My first impression – people are SO nice. And, Toronto is very metropolitan. Yes, they do say Eh and aBOUt.

We visited the Art Gallery of Ontario where we saw their current exhibit “Mystical Landscapes.” It was ~mystical~ and I love Van Gogh.

We perused China Town and Kensington Market, and gawked at Graffiti Alley (the only place in Toronto to legally spray-paint).

Here are some pics to sum up our rad weekend.

We finished off our trip with a wonderful brunch from Bonjour Brioche – it was super yummy. Canadian bacon gives you way more bang for your buck compared to American bacoooon.

If you can make it up to Toronto, we would highly recommend it. Canadians are friendly and the city is poppin’.

The Tart Peach Lipstick

The Tart Peach Lipstick

Hello, peaches!

Today I am introducing some BAD_ASS lipstick for your consumption. Hand-made by me at my kitchen table, packed, and wrapped just for you.

I’ve always thought that lipstick could remedy any bad day. I was tired of buying $25 lipstick or buying a color and finding out I didn’t like it, the smell, or didn’t know what was in it. SO… I made it myself.

That being said, I’ll tell you and (show) you the color, texture, smell, and ingredients of TTP Lipstick.

Colors: Rusty Maroon, Pink Rosé, Sheer Midnight, The Tart Peach, Sour Plum, Cherry Chocolate, and Emerald Forest.

Texture: Creamy, Matte in color but not in texture. To really get the color of the lipstick, you have to work it on your lips for a minute. If the color doesn’t show up right away, don’t worry! It will!

Smell: Vanilla and Peachy. But, more vanilla-ey.

Ingredients: Castor Seed Oil, Castor Seed Oil, Cetyl Stearyl Alcohol, Olive Fruit Oil, Beeswax, Hydrogenated Castor Oil, Candillila Wax, Glycine Soybean Lipids, Carnauba Wax, Lauryl Laurate, Mica, Kaolin Clay, Titanium Dioxide, FDA and FD&C approved food dyes, Vanilla Essential Oil in Jojoba Oil, Coconut Oil

With this being my first rodeo, A LOT of things are subject to change if you guys have any suggestions. and of course, more colors will be added!

Also, if you’re in the Columbus OH area, I am willing to take color ideas or anything else your heart desires (if you want it I can make it…. I think). Or (God forbid) if anything happens, let me know. I will meet with you and we can #talk


Here is my etsy shop. VISIT @TheTartPeach

Feel free to message me with questions, concerns, or comments before buying or let me know how it goes once you buy one.


Must-See Netflix Documentaries

I’m all about learning new things. I’m also all about binge-watching Netflix so documentaries are my go-to. Netflix has a lot to choose from so I picked my favorites for you (pls watch them).

1. The True Cost


“In order to keep the price of clothing down, workers around the world wind up playing with their lives”

Why I liked it: It gave me the chance to see the people behind the clothes I buy. This multi-billion dollar industry is costing people their lives and we, the people who buy these clothes, don’t understand the hard labor behind the stitch. I believe if we all sat down to watch this documentary we could change the fast fashion industry.

Watch if you like: fashion, clothing industry, learning more about where your clothes come from, social change.

Click here to learn more about the true cost behind your clothing. It may change the way you shop.


2. Jiro Dreams of Sushi


“It’s an art that requires continual perfection. This chef’s mastery is legendary. Savor perfection in one bite.”

Why I liked it: It showed how hard-working Jiro, the main character in the documentary, is and how valued he is in his community and with his family. I wish to be as hard-working and respected as he is (he is so cool).

Watch if you like: Japanese culture, sushi, food, family values.


3. Iris


“She’s flamboyant, opinionated and 93 years old. And this fashion icon still has an outsize impact on the world of fashion.”

Why I liked it: Iris was an absolute hoot to watch. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her and she goes by her own rules. I only wish to be half as happy and confident as she is when I’m 93 (fingers crossed).

Watch if you like: a good laugh, fashion tips, fashion in general, fashion icons, personal lifestyles, relationships, bad-ass old people.


4. World War II in Colour

“Colour footage of World War II changes our perception of catastrophe. Prepared to be shocked — and moved.”

Why I liked it: It taught me parts of history that I had forgotten or hadn’t known about. It filled in the blanks and broadened my knowledge of World War II.

Watch if you like: historical documentaries, historical dramas, uncovering facts.


5. More Than Honey


“They help us in more ways than we know. But these industrious insects are disappearing right under our noses.”

Why I liked it: It taught me about the dwindling bee population, the farming companies behind them, and how bees are “more than honey.” We underestimate the care, transport, and liveliness of bees (and this documentary taught me all of that, and more).

Watch if you like: environmental change, science and nature, international documentaries, queen bees (get it?)

Things I’ve learned as a 21-year-old, to do and not to do

My birthday is looming, peaking, and luring around the next corner and I’m feeling 22. (yes, Tswift, I feel you).

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Here are things I’ve learned over my last 21 years of living that I thought were so ~faux pas~ to go against.

  1. You don’t have to wash your jeans after one wear. If you don’t stink it up, you can re-wear and re-wear to your heart’s content.
  2.  You can re-wear your pajamas. (If you don’t sweat like a beast in your sleep).
  3. Leftovers are OKAY. Actually, they’re the best. When my mom said we were having “leftovers” I knew it was going to be a bad night. Now, I live for leftovers.
  4. Chores are soothing. I love to vacuum now. Those vacuum lines? Hot.
  5. Glasses are cool. Well, the right pair anyway. Tell that to my 11 year-old self and you’ll get an eye roll. Am I right mom?
  6. Natural hair is ~sweet~ and you don’t have to straighten it. Or curl it. Live and let live, amiright?
  7. Dress according to what you find attractive, not what others are wearing.
  8. Lipstick isn’t just for old people. It’s all the rage now!
  9. Being right isn’t always important. Sure, I MAY be right… but, it’s called compromise. 😉
  10. Education, and the right to it, isn’t a chore but a privilege. When I was in middle school I took for granted the brilliant education I was given. Now, looking back on it, I am extremely appreciative of all the people who have helped me succeed both academically and personally.

Would you add anything to this list? What was the 10 year-old you like?

Senior Recital and the End of College


Sorry I haven’t seen your eyes in awhile. It’s been pretty busy over here on my end. I’m approaching the end of my college career and just finished my senior voice recital.

Since my last post (in December) my hair has faded from it’s pink hue, I’ve traveled with my University Chapel Choir to perform at Carnegie Hall, and I’ve been pondering what to do with my life as this chapter comes to a close.

Bittersweet, sure. But, it was a lot of hard work, sweat and tears (literally). After I finished my recital last night, I realized that this chapter of my vocal journey has come to a close. After training with my vocal professor, Elise, for 6 years of my life it’s hard to see what I’ll be doing every Wednesday at 3:00p.m. anymore. But, I think I have a lot to look forward to.

To answer your question, “What are you going to do with a Bachelors in Music?” well, I’m uncertain. I think that’s okay, too. If I was so certain about what I was going to do, I wouldn’t have the opportunity to fail, to fumble, to search, and to enjoy the “being lost” part of my 20s. I’m okay with that.

I would like to still dream of becoming a Creative Director of a Museum abroad while working in a café on weekends and singing at jazz bars at night. A girl can dream, right?

To all my fellow up-and-coming graduates, let’s go change the world. The world needs our bright, creative minds and LET’S GIVE IT TO THEM. Who cares if we don’t have money… right? We can make it… sooner or later. Let’s not get bogged down about finances, instead, let’s get excited about all the places we could go.

Here are some pictures of my New York Trip and Senior Recital. LOVE YOU.


My senior Recital was March 22 @ 6:30pm. There should be a video up of the show soon, and I will BE SURE to post it to this page and any/all social media. If you came, I LOVE you… and if you didn’t… well, sit back, relax with a glass of wine and make sure to watch the YouTube video 😉


5 Years of Hair, a Time Lapse

My journey on the train to hairdo village has been a long one.

Perhaps it will be one that will continue until I’m 95 and dead. But, even then, I’m sure I’ll have pink hair. After all, it’s just hair… right? It’ll grow back.

Speaking of pink hair… I did it. I crossed over to the pink side (no pun intended (YAY STAR WARS)).

I thought on reflection I should look back on all of my “what-the-actual-hell” haircuts. From super long and curly to my now current pink and straightish style.

Which do you prefer?

This was my hair in 2011.

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Then, I cut it. (2012)

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And I chopped at it some more… (2013)

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I dyed it dark brown…

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I dyed it blonde! (poor hair, right?) (2014)

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I grew it out… (I like this angle?)

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I put a little lavender in…













Grew it out some more… (2015)
















Chopped it and GREW IT OUT and then CHOPPED IT and GREW IT OUT. WEEEEE…Pattern? Maybe.

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Took better quality pictures of it…

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AND THEN shaved it… (getting a bit winded here).

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and now… WA WA WAAAAAAA! (drama). (2016)

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I’d like to thank my family for their love and hateful support, my sister for the times when I told her to take my picture and my hair stylist Olivia at Max the Salon in Upper Arlington.

and HEEERRREEEEE is a video 😉

Austin, Texas: Keepin’ it Weird

For those of you who follow my often odd adventures, this weekend I went to Texas’ Capital, Austin. I attended a College Media Convention and went to my share of fun sessions where campus university advisers from around the nation pumped my mind full of cool, helpful new tools.

We flew American Airlines and stayed at Hilton, Austin. (Just in case you were wondering) 😉 I took a photo of the sunrise on the plane and the view from our hotel.

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Overall, Austin is weird. I realize their slogan is “Keep Austin Weird”‘ but, it’s not far from the truth.

After we landed and, since we were hungry, we stopped at a local hipster joint. I say hipster because, well, there are so many hipsters here. And honestly, if you’re not hipster, you’re in extreme poverty. The sadness sort of overwhelmed me when we first got to Austin. Our hotel is just around the corner from a Center for Homelessness. Dozens of families, couples, and singles sat outside of the center.

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Cenote was probably the most hipster eatery I’ve been to. It was the urban, Mexican restaurant that is half outdoor half indoor. I don’t remember the name of the dish (sorry, I’m a bad person) but, it was egg, tortilla strips, cheese, tomatoes, onions and avocado. It was NUM. If you’re ever in Austin, check out Cenote!

Afterwards, we went on a walk around town. They have super rad street art!

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Later on in the evening, we headed out to visit some local bars. (I am, indeed, 21). One of our favorites was The White Horse, where they played live jazz and dancers painted the town red.

We also stopped at some trailer trucks… not a cart, not a bus, not just any old “food truck” … a trailer truck. I munched on some good ol’ deep friedness.

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Here are some other lovely shots of Austin; warning, Voodoo Doughnuts included.

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Voodoo Dougnuts were great, the rain is pretty and street art is a thing in Austin. A big thing.

And on my flight back to my hometown (music pun), I snapped these babies..

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These shots were taken over Lake Michigan.

Overall, Austin really did stay true to their slogan, “Keep Austin Weird.” I told my family that I wouldn’t personally choose to live in Austin. While I did have a good time, I would only go to visit and not to stay.

Thanks, Texas and #collegemedia15 for providing me with a bunch of knowledge and the awesome chance to explore the south.