So last time we talked (Hi Caleb, Hi


So last time we talked (Hi Caleb, Hi mom!) I was trying new things, taking new adventures, getting out in the world and participating. So how’s it goin?

I have begun to plan my next out-of-town adventure with my Joel. I think we are going to head somewhere in celebration for our two years of married life this summer (Anymore 2 years is something to shout about, maybe even jump on a couch Tom Cruise style, who knows). But our biggest adventure this month, we accidentally sold our house. Not accidentally per say. We knowingly put it on the market and assumed it would take a while to sell. Not. One. Day. Once again I found myself OMGing and peeing my pants at the thought of moving the accumulation of 2 years of life. And all of my clothes. And shoes. And hair care products (for a girl who rarely combs her hair, i have A LOT, like open my own salon a lot). We had to be out in 3 weeks. And we had nowhere to live. I mean obviously, we have an AMAZING family that would take us and our rather adorable dog in (have you seen Harvey Smeadly Nathaniel Lutz Kammeyer? He is fantastic).

So we began to collect our lives in boxes and slowly moved what was a three bedroom house into my parents garage. The whole thing was emotional. Most upsetting? Through this process I have found that I have a TON of clothes. Like an embarrassing amount. Like i am surprised there are clothes left in the world for others to wear. I could wear something different for the next two years. It was an awkward realization. I apparently have been living in a state of clothing denial. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!? When did I buy 246 pairs of shoes and why am I wearing the same pair of black toms that my little toe is burrowing out of? Who in this world of waste needs 29 pairs of jeans? When did I buy the same shirt in 4 different colors. I feel like I need a shopping supervisor. I must do something. I just don’t know what.

I saved packing up all of my clothes for the last day. To be honest I was quite ashamed and I didn’t want anyone to know exactly what I was hiding in my closet. It took 4 suitcases, 11 boxes, 6 trash bags and 3 laundry baskets. JUST. FOR. THE. CLOTHES. The boxes and boxes of shoes were shoved into the back of my tiny SUV. I had shoes in there that had never been worn. Ever. Beautiful shoes. Shoes that deserve nights out. Shoes that should be displayed and looked forward to and celebrated. Not shoved to the top shelf of a closet and forgotten about. You see I LOVE clothes. I love to buy them and dream of places to wear them. I hang them in my closet with care and imagine just how perfect I will look when that day comes. Unfortunately when the day comes I have long since forgotten about that ‘perfect top’ or ‘flawless pair of shoes’. I inevitably end up in a pair of colored jeans, dressed up with a polka dot blazer. Toms thrown on at the last-minute. I live my life in my safety net of clothing, meanwhile my fabulous wardrobe dies a slow death in the back of my closet.

So for the rest of Spring i am going to try and take full advantage of my bursting at the seams wardrobe. I am going to reach into the depths of my closet and wear new and different and interesting things. I am going to wear great shoes and accessories. I am going to knock my Joel’s socks RIGHT OFF every morning. I will take a picture every day and try and remember to share it with you.

Wish me luck. I am stepping out of my colored jeans and into something a little more me.


Why not?

In keeping with saying yes to LIFE, i decided to buy a groupon that would take my mom and it to a little art gallery located in downtown Lee’s Summit for a painting class. This wasn’t just any old painting class however, this was us jumping head first into the new trend taking KC by storm that is BYOB painting or as i like to call it, DRUNK PAINTING.

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And let me tell you, IT. WAS. SO. FUN. Part of this was due to the fact that my mom and i are quite a duo and have the best time together no matter the adventure. Also, my mom is an incredible artist, though that word seems to small to encompass all of her talents. She can make things out of mixed media, paint, paper mache. She chalks incredible little cards that we sell @jolly’s and besides that she just kind of amazes me everyday with her ability and drive to sit down and create beautiful things everyday.

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We arrived at Got Art? with our bottle of wine and not much else. Needless to say we didn’t know the drill and were a bit unsure. Much of the class was already seated, sipping away. We grabbed to chairs on the end. Class began shortly their after. Basically they give you a picture they want you to paint and from there you start. The teacher was awesome and basically helped if you wanted it but was also open to us having our own artistic drive.

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Mom actually painted an entire tree, decided she hated it, painted over it, and painted another even more awesome tree. All while i covered my tree with a million ‘flowers’.


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All in all we had a ton of fun, drank cheap wine and left with paintings that will both be displayed proudly in our homes. The others in the class were fun, however we had to ABSOLUTE chatter boxes sitting across from us and two professional drunk painters that critiqued everyone’s paintings like up and coming art critics.

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The Adventure begins again…

So last time we talked I was starting this new boutique (and peeing my pants). It was a scary and awesome time for me. Realizing my dreams while also fearing meeting failure in a dark alley with nothing but a canvas handbag and a fabulous hand sewn leather sandal. Since then the road has been rocky, interesting, slippery, scary, dark, exciting, hopeful, and above all an adventure. I have cried and I have laughed and I have tried, very very very very very very very (did I mention very?) hard to enjoy the ride. To be present. To know that this is a process, a journey (if you will), and to take time hanging my head out the window and letting the wind blow in my face.  But I was made without patience. Literally. I have none.  SO on my 29th birthday I decided to get back to what @jolly’s is all about.  I want to live my life outloud. I want to say yes to things that make me excited. I want to have that head out the window, wind in my hair, carefree, excited for the next move, inexplicably happy moment every day. I want to do things every day that bring that spirit out in me. I want to do cartwheels in my parents front yard until I am dizzy and my wrists hurt (because let’s face it, I am NOT 17 anymore). I want to create art without my inner voice getting involved (she is a total b*tch sometimes). I want to go on adventures with My Joel and not worry about anything else. I want to sing in my car to the Dixie Chicks circa 1999 and not look around to see if other people notice.  I want to explore and get my knees dirty and have wet hair and pruney fingers and toes from swimming in exploration all day and I want to take advantage of the year to come (and I want to look good doing itJ).  In my 29th year here doing what I do, I am saying YES to life.  So what are you doing today to make your JOLLY going?


6 months. That is how long I have planned for the next two weeks leading up to what i have come to call my ‘coming out party’. It feels like that. Not that i have ever had to have that conversation with anyone but i assume this is how it would feel. Scary. Exposed. Silly. Embarrassing. Judgey. 7th grade Mallory has made a reappearance, questioning everything i do and feeling totally insecure and anxious. My husband thinks I have lost my mind, so will the rest of the world. The other side of that coin, however, is amazing. I feel reckless and wild. I am throwing caution (and maybe corporate America) to the wind and saying with fingers, toes and everything in between crossed, that this can work.

So I am going to try. I might fail miserably right out here in front of all of you, i might be a raging success and look back at this and laugh at my insecurities and trepidation. I might move to an island and live barefoot and happy for the rest of my life. Who knows? All i know is right now i am going for it.

It’s scary. Amazing. Life changing. Awesome. Exciting. Incredible. Petrifying. And i just peed my pants a little.

But here i go.

Hi, my name is Mallory and I am starting an online boutique.