these....

are....

fantastic! 

i think they would look fierce.... 

and well, just perfect in these pierced ears of mine. 

love,

m

irish blessing.

"may the sun shine all day long. everything go right and nothing wrong. may those you love bring love back to you and may all the wishes you wish come true."

  

this is for certain (because the leprechaun told me so): 

there will be lots of green sprinkled throughout the confetti crate tomorrow. if you make a purchase... be prepared to walk away feeling like a winner with a fancy little St. Patty's Day treat. 

 there will be music. (live.)

 because holidays are meant to be fun. and festive.

i'll be darn if i waste away MY st. patty's day on the couch. 

so come see me. shop. browse. shop. listen to music. shop. drool over all the awesome stuff in the confetti crate. and enjoy the day.... and just maybe... if you insist.... you can get your face painted, too!

Dear Ryan Adams,

Will you marry me?

XOXO,

mallory

A reminder of how much I am like my Daddy.... 

I stayed at work after I closed tonight to work on a few furniture pieces and a couple custom orders. It was entirely too late when I finally finished up so I just took the short drive to my bed at the parents opposed to the longer ride home to the bungalow. I walk in to find my Daddy (still awake close to midnight) watching a  concert of Ray Wylie Hubbard.... I may not have the cutest dimples in the world (like my Daddy does) but it is no question where my love for music comes from. Of course, his knowledge about music (and musicians) still blows my tiny little mind. Sitting with my Dad as he laughs his way into midnight at the concert he was watching was pretty much the best bedtime story ever. (The things Ray Wylie Hubbard were saying were pretty darn funny....so Daddy wasn't the only one laughing.)

Ahhh, for the love of music and a super cool dad.

love,
m

PS- there's a harmonica involved.

like i said.... best bedtime "story" ever.

scenes from "the confetti crate" make-over:

 gah.... the power of pictures... and looking back. 
these pictures were taken on one of the many nights that i was (secretly) on google searching for a chuy to take over. EVERYTHING! I was seriously considering hiring help. 


i can smell that exact moment right now.  and the pain i held in the palm of my hands slightly comes back just thinking about that project..... and crowes chicken is the last thing i want to eat for lunch... 


but good gracious.... it was ALLLLLL worth it!! 

i will have to share more pictures on the "before" one day.... but for now- i will leave you with these and the thoughts on me being so powerful that i was holding up that monster size cooler.... For the "after" pictures.... I would love to show you in person. 

So...... come shop and see for yourself! :)

monday music marathon.

two.

Bleu Edmondson-Good Thing

"she said life is all a young girl has....
and i can't find mine while I'm living yours....."

this monday is made for music. 

so..... 

please....

excuse me while i shower mal-mag with epic songs throughout the day. 

 

enjoy!

  

&

you. are. welcome.  

:)

Bleu Edmondson - The Band Plays On

"Well everybody stops to watch her move
She laughs just a little at her neon fame
The girls think she’s got somethin’ to prove
But all the boys wanna know her name
But the storybooks were wrong again
And the songs on the radio lie
She weeps for who’s she been
But nobody hears her cry, her cry yeah

But everybody’s got a story
Might be a little harder than yours
Have you ever bled for glory
Then what the hell are you livin’ for
You sit and to listen to the music
But you can’t hear that song
 

This old world spins a little faster
And the band plays on"

xoxo,

m