Coffee and a Conversation

As Told Over Brunch is a home for intelligent discourse from the twenty-something perspective - so the stuff you gossip about over mimosas on Sunday morning or over takeout on your friend's couch when happy hour ends too early. We love chatting about our lives, whether it be the relationships we’re building (or destroying), lessons we've learned at work, struggles at school, growing pains we've felt, or even the food we’re talking over.

WIN Detergent: Let’s Practice Safe Washing!

July 27, 2016 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column

By now, readers should know I’m a sweater. No matter what I do, no matter how slow I walk or the least amount of clothes I wear, I find my glands firing away at the most inopportune times. This is why I jumped at a chance to review WIN Detergent. WIN Detergent is a (wait for it) detergent that specializes in removing odors and oils from synthetic workout gear.

I used to simply wash all my clothes together. Sure, my mom taught me about separating colors, and new red clothes should never ever be washed with whites, but then you live in a college dorm, only have so much spare change, and definitely don’t have time for multiple loads.

Then a few months ago, my mom gave me a specialized detergent meant for workout clothes. Apparently, regular detergent doesn’t cut it for removing odors from clothes, especially the ones you work out in.

Riding Dirty

October 21, 2014 by Cazey Williams in Cazey's Column, Humor, Leisure, life lessons, Tweets and Mascara

It is no secret in my circle of friends that I hate driving. I use my car purely for escaping the city and, during the summer, when the heat threatens to spoil any milk I might carry home from the grocery store.

I walk everywhere. In fact, I meet attractive females in cycling class who tell me they see me “always walking on [insert my street name]” as if I’m some side(walk) show freak. Last fall my car got towed during street cleaning because I forgot I had it parked there. Last winter it snowed twice in the course of ten days, and I fully expected my car to die because I didn’t drive it in between.