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 it was Friday

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It’s funny and awesome and strange that Friday is still as amazing and alluring and wonderful as it was when I was 6. I love Fridays. Usually they are uneventful involving an early dinner with my parents or something ordered in here at home with Joel followed by both of us falling asleep in front of the TV well before 10pm. But Friday is still like the high five of week days. You know you have made it. You know you get a break. You know that you get some downtime. And  you might even have a weekend adventure.

Today I am especially excited. Because starting tomorrow I can finally shop again. And wear all my own clothes again. And share a pair of jeans that I bought at the tail end of January with all of you. This no shopping thing has been good. I have learned that I don’t in fact need something new to wear every single day. That occasionally my preexisting wardrobe can perform pretty well with out accompaniment. That online shopping counts as shopping also. And that I have way too much clothing as is. Oh, and that shopping is in fact my cardio…

So, for March, although I am not going to be ‘not shopping’ I am going to try a little something else. I am going to try to buy things I need rather than want (and let me tell you when I want something I  can get really crafty with reasons I need it). I am going to only add things to my wardrobe that are versatile and really flipping amazing. And for every single item I add to my wardrobe in March, one thing has to vacate the premises. Yup, my closet is going to be like the hottest night club in town. One in one out. You know, except with clothes.

Wish me luck. Oh and tomorrow morning, as soon as the department store doors open, I am buying those shoes.

xo

Mal

the time I cooked all day…

IMG_6302 IMG_6312 IMG_6350 IMG_6479 IMG_6464 IMG_6491 IMG_6390 IMG_6400 IMG_6404 IMG_6409Well kids, this time last year Joel and I were across the ocean in London. We spent a really spectacular week there. Joel worked, I shopped. All was right in the world. Tehehehe. In between we celebrated Valentine’s Day there. The night of we walked all along the River Thames, had dinner in a fabulous little pub overlooking the water with a breathtaking view of the completely gorgeous Tower Bridge and ended the night with tea and biscuits back at our hotel. It was a perfect night. It was a perfect Valentine’s Day. You just don’t match that kind of wonderful.

483817_10151313844305684_2042309721_nWhich is why today i am spending the day covered in flour making us pot pies and giant chocolate chip cookies. And drinking mimosas. It’s a morning drink. So it’s fine. I checked.

I would have shared a picture of my outfit today but unfortunately it is oversized PINK (both in brand and in color) sweats and the dreaded Mount Gay Rum shirt that i am not supposed to wear. (Revisit that situation here) so I will spare you the details. Instead i will just share this message from Harvey for the Interwebs. If anyone is interested in being Harvey’s Valentine this year please leave a comment below. He will get back with you.

Wear something fabulous and overindulge just a bit tonight. Take yourself for an amazing date. Or whip potpies. I hear they are ‘really easy’ to make…

We will meet back up next week to talk clothes. Until then have a really fantastic day.

xo

Mal

The time I wore a monogrammed sweater

M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory M is for Mallory

Sweater-Old Navy// Skirt-JC Penny// Tights-Spanx// Shoes-Shoemint

There comes a time in every little persons life when they learn to write the first letter of their name. It’s a magical day. It is also usually the day they end up writing it on the kitchen wall and their mom nearly kills them. I assume. Not that I ever did that. Ever. Promise…

As soon as I was able to write an M I fell in love. It was my M. I wanted it on everything, I wanted to practice writing it. I got M stickers and I stuck them on everything. Most kids grow out of this. Unfortunately- I never did. Call it Laverne and Shirley syndrome, call it narcissism, call it whatever you want. I own it. I have M’s around my house, I have an M on my Christmas stocking, I have a diamond M necklace and when I saw this M sweater at Old Navy for next to nothing I knew I had to have it as well.

The first time out of the closet I had to dress up a bit so I paired it with this fabulous (FABULOUS) gray leopard print skirt. However, I think it was meant to be layered over a plaid shirt and boyfriend jeans or even a cute pair of cut off shorts. We will see where the sweater takes me.

See you later alligators.

Mal