Where does the name come from?
Well, if you know me, I do love olives! I love them in a salad. I love them in a martini. I even love them straight from the jar.
But this blog is not named for my desire to eat an olive. Let’s face it it, if I named this blog after something just ’cause I loved it, then I would have to call it Tennis Homegoods. That would be weird.
As my husband once explained…”Olive is a color. Olive is a food. That ties in to your blog perfectly!”
True, I guess. But, I simply love the way it looks and sounds and how it makes me feel. Olive Jude.
Say it just right and you’ll hear it. I love Jude.
Jude is my mom. I credit all my artistic, creative genes to Jude.
Jude is the one who showed me how to keep a home looking lovely and functioning smoothly.
Jude showed me that eating home-cooked meals gathered around the dinner table every night with the entire family, no matter what time it is, is important.
Jude showed me that presentation is everything. Garnish that dish and serve it with the perfect drink!
Jude showed me that the dining room tablescape should change with the seasons and holidays and that eating by candlelight should not just happen on special occasions.
She also showed me that you vacuum before you go on vacation, you fluff your couch pillows when you get up, you always make your bed, and you never leave the house without lipstick on.
My mama, Jude, has Alzheimer’s disease.
When I decided to start a blog, I felt partially naming it after her seemed fitting.
I desperately miss our hour long phone conversations about my kids, my home projects, or the latest recipe we were both trying out. I miss taking my family to her home to see her latest, over the top decorating and confetti lined sidewalks for whatever occasion it was. I miss her cocktail hour with the most unique appetizers, the fanciest new drink recipe, and the perfect (and usually inappropriate) cocktail napkin. I miss her silly instigating and her wild family room dance parties.
I miss my mom.
While I don’t always wear lipstick and my couch pillows can be found in a pile on the floor right where my kiddies left them, I think Jude would be proud of the wife, mom, cook, decorator, and hostess that I’ve grown in to.