About themallorymanual

Mallory, wine, yoga, dogs, baby Oliver's mom, clothes, owner of @jolly's, comedian, dreamer.

the time I talk dating and fashion and dating and fashion

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You know that guy, the good on paper guy? Yeah, I met a lot of that guy way back pre-Joel. I met the one that was a marathon runner who owned a loft, had an amazing job and drove a porshe that unfortunately didn’t come with a personality. I met the one who was a world traveler, a wanderer, whose facebook feed was filled with him in  South Africa and Peru and Hong Kong. He spoke 3 languages, none of which were Mallory. I met the one who had a desk job by day but whose true passion was art. He was smart and funny and we spent 4 wonderful weeks together before he apparently misplaced my number. Permanently.

That is what this skirt was. A good on paper skirt. I remember the first time I laid eyes on it. My mom and I were in Chicago on a buying trip for the boutique. We both immediately dropped our bags and ran to this skirt. It was the perfect maxi skirt. It was a neutral color, the lace made it just interesting enough, the lining was long enough. Could this be the holy grail of skirts?

Fast Forward 2 months when it showed up with our order. This time upon seeing it I dropped my pants and ran to it (This is a family program-obviously I was going to try it on). Oh, it was magical. It twirled when I twirled, it seemed to reflect me. It was casual but kinda fancy, it was pretty and dainty and amazing and I knew I wanted one. It was a beautiful moment in my style files.

But once we got home and I got her settled onto a hanger in my closet I was at a lose. For everything I tried on with it just didn’t work. If I went with the open side tie-die top from Denim & Supply I looked like something left behind at Coachella, If I went with the turquoise silk tank from Madewell I looked confused. I was at a fashion loss.

And then it hit me. Sometimes in fashion and in dating you have to stop trying so hard and just let things be. This skirt is always going to be the star and I needed to stop trying to make an outfit around it and let it be the outfit. Enter the besttshirtevermadeeverever. I don’t usually go for shirts that talk but this one has such a wonderfully true message that I will allow it to say what is not socially acceptable for me to.

So with that I will leave you. Happy dating and happy dressing.

xox

Mal

the time I met Willie

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Sweater-@jolly’s, Tank-Project 615, Belt-Target, Jeans-Paige seen here, Boots-Aldo seen here, Handbag- The Sassy Sparrow

So one of the benefits of going to all of these trade shows with our boutique is that we are introduced to tons of cool people doing really innovative, awesome and sometimes, just plain strange things.

The Nashville show we recently attended was no different.

There was the awesome-The Sassy Sparrow-which is an amazing line of handbags, accessories, baby parafanalia and all sorts of other little trinkets for a fabulous life. Everything is handmade by members of their very large family. They are based out of Illinois and to be honest, I am a bit obsessed with their bags, this one even ended up coming home with me. Kate Spade who? (Just kidding Kate, kind of…).

There there was the bizarre (and awesome). A fantastic 20 year old from Atlanta hocking steamers. She said she has been on the road going to trade shows and exhibits since she graduated high school. The steamer, however, incredible and comes with an attachment for steam facials. Which is exactly what i think about after steaming my clothes… My only regret is that I should have snatched up two.

And then there was my personal favorite and supremely cool- the makers of my favorite find in Nashville, my Willie Nelson shirt from above. When I first laid eyes on it I knew it had to be mine. It doesn’t get much better than Willie and I could picture this shirt worn with jeans and a sweater but also with tulle skirts and heels, to yoga class with my polka dot pants, with camo jean shorts and a beautiful kamono cardigan. Look, I could do this all day but I will spare you. Instead let me fill you in on the details of this little shirt. It joins my wardrobe from a company called Project 615. This company is 100% non profit and the proceeds of their incredibly cool shirts goes towards helping the homeless population of Nashville. I get to hang out with Willie, look totally adorable AND help. Ok, I will take one of everything… Check them out here.

Just when I think Target is everything, I find local people doing really interesting and amazing things. And it makes me so excited!

What local finds are you loving right now?

xxx,

Mal

the time I was busy

IMG_0021 IMG_0004 IMG_0002 IMG_0006 IMG_0005 IMG_0009 IMG_0008 IMG_0020 IMG_0017 IMG_0016 IMG_0014 IMG_0012 IMG_0011 IMG_0022Well, sure enough, just as soon as I declared I wanted to be more present in my 30th year on earth I entered the busiest 2 week period of my life, got an awful cold and traveled to 4 different states. And then I took an all day nap.

But, I am back. So let’s catch up. My mom and I went to Nashville for a trade show for our boutique, @jolly’s. The show was fine, however Nashville was amazing. What a cool city. We went to The Bluebird Cafe and saw 4 amazing singer songwriters in the round. We drank wine and snapped pics and bought the t-shirt and it was amazing. We also bought cowboy boots. Facts about cowboy boots: They are ridiculously expensive. They are incredibly comfortable. I can’t remember what my life was like before them. I wish they made a pair for dogs. Harvey would look amazing in a cowboy boot, (or four).

Mr. Mallory came on over to Nashville for the weekend since my mom had to get back to KC for her ‘real job’. We made it out to bar with live music. It was incredible. It was also the first time we had been in a bar in probably 4 years. We are old. And married. And for that I am thankful.

Overall this trip opened my little narrow-minded eyeballs. I had kind of closed the book on US travel. I had hit all the major cities. I had seen a lot and I felt a bit jaded. I was focused on world travel. Making that bucket list. Nashville reminded me that there are a lot of really fantastic places right here under my nose that I have written off perhaps too soon. So Nashville, I thank you for that. I will see you somewhere down the road.

Until next time.

Mallory

the time I got back in the saddle

IMG_9756Ok, ok, ok… I know I have been absolutely MIA. And i would love to say that I am very busy, or very important or was asked to save the world or at least review the satellite maps in search of Malaysia flight 370. But all of these things would be ranging from sort of true to out and out lies so instead I will just say I am sorry. I am back. Let’s not dwell on it.

Some things that have happened in the past week:

I finished season 4 of LOST. I can’t help but think this is the best piece of television I have watched since the first two seasons of the OC. I am only kind of kidding.

I did some awesome yoga.

I hung out with Harvey and Joel.

I turned 30.

And no, I am not upset about it. But it did get me thinking. So last year was a bit wild. We moved. A lot. We lived in my parents basement and out of suitcases. I quit my job. I started a boutique. Joel switched jobs. Harvey got a new bed. A lot happened. And through it all my joy got a kinda lost. Not to say I was unhappy, I was just busy and didn’t take time out everyday to look around and realize that life is pretty effing awesome. That the world it pretty amazing. That everyday, even the ones spent watching LOST marathons or aggravated or in our jammies, are absolutely beautiful. What I will say about turning 30 is that I don’t want another year to pass with me slightly below the surface of life. Living it but not seeing the everyday clearly. So for the next year, the year of 30, I am going to do some stuff. I mean scary, awesome, real living stuff. Specifically I am going to do 30 things.  And I ask you to join me. You can follow along with the journey and check out my growing list here. Oh and if you have something that you think i HAVE to do, email me. I will add it to the list.

Let’s live and be awesome.

xxx

Mal

the time I watched Lost

IMG_8375 IMG_8376 IMG_8377 IMG_8378 IMG_8379 IMG_8380 IMG_8381I got engaged in St. Augustine, Florida in August of 2010. It was an amazing trip that ended with a gorgeous ring on my finger and a promise of a new life with my best friend. This was not, however, the thing that defined that trip. No. You see we drove there. And back. My dad loves a road trip and it was one of the final times that a large majority of us Lutz’s would be able to jump in a car and ride for hours upon hours upon hours together. So in preparation for the drive I gathered up tv shows on dvd to entertain myself. One in particular. LOST. I didn’t know. How could I have.

I started watching LOST on the way down and got through  all of season 1 by the second day of the trip when my DVD privileges were revoked. I enjoyed the remainder of my vacation as best an addict can enjoy something with out their fix. But in the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for Jack and Kate and Sawyer.

On the way home from our week at the beach, with a bright and shiny new piece of jewelry sparkling on my left hand, I plowed through season 2 like a champ only taking out my headphones for bathroom breaks and snack stops.

This is where the story turns sad. Once we returned, we were thrown into the crazy year that is planning a wedding. Especially when your not getting married in the continental 48. LOST got, well, lost. It got shoved aside and put on the back burner. It got packed away and moved several times. And then in January we bought a smart TV. That has Netflix right there on the remote. And there was my gateway back into my addiction. I, of course, had to start the series over. And here I sit, updating my website, editing pictures, writing descriptions for @jolly’s. And obsessively watching LOST.

If you haven’t ever watched LOST I want you to pretend you never saw this blog post. Don’t start. Don’t become curious as to what your missing out on. It’s too much. Unless you have an open week with nothing else to do. Or a 12 hour car ride…

I promise I will get dressed tomorrow. And share that with you. But for now. I must continue on this journey. I must find out if Juliette is really a bad guy. I have to see if Charlie dies. I must know if Jin and Sun have a healthy baby. I can’t rejoin the world until I know if my friends are ok.

Is there a support group for this?

until next time,

xx

Mal

the time I fell in love

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Sweater-Old-similar//Tank-@jolly’s//Pants-Alo//Shoes-Toms-similar//Mat-Manduka

The first time I stepped onto a  yoga mat I fell in love. I felt great and calm and in control. Where most workouts are filled with chaos and loud music and competition, this yoga class was quiet and peaceful and personal. I loved the way the teacher talked and the music that she played and the patient guidance that she provided through out this class and the many that were to come after. I loved the first time that I could close my eyes and follow along to a class without a visual. I loved the way the attitude and tranquility found in class overflowed into my everyday life. I loved the breathing. I took to it and it quickly became something that I absolutely needed to do everyday. But you wanna know the thing I fell for fastest and the hardest?

THE gosh darn PANTS. OMG. I fell in love with yoga pants like a 13 year old boy. I loved the way they looked on, I loved the way they felt like jammies, I loved that in a pinch you could throw them on as leggings. And over the next 4 years, I fell into the trendy yoga pant trap. I frequented Lululemon hungrily searching out the brands newest yoga pants that looked just like the other $90+ yoga pants I had from there. I got the matching tops and I created outfits and I had the little jackets that you wore over them and I thought I was probably going to win an award for being the most yogalicious lady of the land, even going so far as to apply for a job there. As one of their ‘educators’. And then I realized I was a total douche. I mean really. A HUGE douche.

So, your probably wondering- “Mallory, why in the world are you boring me with this tale of Lululemon?” Well, because although my love of designer yoga wear has faded my passion for yoga has just continued to grow. I have become certified to teach, I try to introduce as many people to it as possible. I try to sample as many studios and classes as I can handle. And, truth be told, I wear yoga clothes a LOT. And as a style blogger, I felt you should know. It’s ok to wear the pants. All day after class. Or before class. Or even if your not planning to take a class at all that day. Or in place of leggings. When in a tight spot.

So now, this is my yoga outfit. Or something of the sort. Obniouxious capris, shirts that makes me happy, some sort of sweater, cute headband or bandana, Toms. And that, folks, is what I wore on Wednesday.

xxx,

Mal

the time I met Kate Spade

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Sweater-@jolly’s//Tank-Target//Jeans-Nordstrom//Shoes-Toms loving these palm tree ones//Purse-Kate Spade

I have never bought into the whole label thing. I wasn’t one to carry expensive purses and need the newest or best one. The only thing I look for in a purse is something that makes me jolly and will carry all of my things. And when i say all, i mean all. Like right now, if you were to dump my purse onto the ground you would find two full sized notebooks, one planner, several chapsticks, a huge wallet, some loose money, at least 2 pairs of sunnies, a dog leash, a magazine, a mascara, hand sanitizer, headphones, a lanyard with my gym pass on it, whatever jewelry i wore yesterday, 12,432 receipts, a packet of tissues, a red box movie a flier to my boutiques up coming trunk show and a bottle of water. Basically if i ever need to leave the country in a rush i am set, well except Joel doesn’t allow me to keep my passport. I lost it once twice, both times were right before big trips. Oops.

Anywho, one day when Joel and I were having dinner on the Plaza here in Kansas City, we wandered down to the Kate Spade store. I had never owned anything Kate Spade. She is well out of my league, but i had always enjoyed the sense of joy that the brand brought to an otherwise expensive and rather boring world that is handbags. (Hello-remember this one??)Unknown

Well that stroll through the store led me to this little beauty. Obviously i loved the print. Gorgeous. And the size. And the fact that it has a cross body strap. Which means it allows for activities while still carrying all of my things. Basically it was like me if i were a purse. And I knew i wanted it.

So last weekend I was back on the plaza and I decided to check in on my little friend and sure enough she was the last of her kind, sitting there alone on the shelf. It was like a fashion sign. So being the selfless little fashionista that I am I decided to adopt her and give her a forever home. And so far things are going well. She holds everything, She really pulls an outfit together. She is absolutely gorgeous and she even matches some of Harveys accessories.

What are you dreaming of for spring?

xxx

Mal