I met my best friend in culinary school at Schoolcraft College, over 12 years ago. Reva Bell was one of the friendliest, funniest, coolest and calmest students in our program. We were almost always in opposite rotations, and the only time we ever had a class together was in our early morning lecture, to which I would wear an obnoxiously bright hot pink goose down coat, which was about 4 sizes too big for my small, short little body.
Reva used to complain that the color of my coat was too bright, since lecture started very early, and we were all walking in, half asleep, some of us without even a cup of coffee to wake us up. I sat infront of her, blinding her even during the class, as I would often wear the coat inside.
Reva and I graduated and started working in the industry. We never worked in the same kitchen until I started making pastries at Gravity Bar & Grill, where she was the executive chef. Mostly, I would work mornings, alone in the kitchen, making pastries and listening to the radio. I'm not one for sharing a kitchen with others unless I absolutely have to, so this arrangement worked out nicely.
When we would see each other in passing, we'd talk about the various trials and tribulations that came along with being women in an almost completely male-dominated industry, the challenges that accompanied a single woman, looking for a suitable date, the frustration of how easily we could gain and lose significant amounts of weight, but could never maintain, and other very important matters.
There was one day, when I was in a particularly bad mood. My boyfriend, who was also a chef in the industry (who had disapproved of my willingness to work at this particular restaurant), had gone off the deep end and very abruptly ended a ver important phone conversation by saying (verbatim) that "he had to go get an ice cream cone".
Furious that a grown man had resorted to the problem solving skills of a 7 year old, I complained to Reva that I had reached my limit - I'd had enough! I was tired of working for people I didn't like, I was tired of dating people who couldn't communicate, and I was tired of yo-yo weight gain. "No more!", I declared with a resolute voice - "we are strong women who can make our lives whatever we want them to be!"
Ice cream boy and I broke up, I changed jobs. Reva also ended up switching jobs, meeting someone who became her husband and father to her 2 gorgeous children, and we went about reinventing our lives. That conversation happened about 6 years ago, and both of us refer to the conversation frequently. Over the last 6 years or so, we have set about the serious business of making our lives into exactly what we were looking for. I started Three Little Birds and 235 Consulting, and Reva just became a business owner, herself.
One of the things you need to know about Reva is that she's gorgeous. Reva is naturally very good looking, but she also has the amazing ability to play up her beauty with cosmetics. Every time I see her, she. looks. AWESOME. Cosmetics are something she is really passionate about, as well as quality, it was no surprise that she would start providing natural cosmetics and skin care products.
On Sunday night, my (new, fabulous) boyfriend and I went to a party to celebrate Reva's exciting venture and the launch of her business. I am so proud of the beautiful life my friend is creating for herself and her family, and so proud that I have such a beautiful woman to call my friend. Reva has always been a beautiful person, inside and out, and I know her beautiful spirit will attract endless success in her business.
Stay tuned for details about how you can benefit from the natural, vegan skincare and cosmetics that Reva has to offer.
Stacy Sloan; Chef & Founder of Three Little Birds