Someone generously donated a 30 second commercial to our school. The commercial will be played during both the morning and evening news, for 5 months!

The problem was….they needed an alumn to be the “face” and “voiceover” for the commercial. And our boss chose me. I mean, when your boss asks you to do something, how can you not, right?

What’s even funnier about all this is that Jesse and I rewrote the script for the commercial just this last Monday night. We didn’t like the lines (some executive wrote them, I think? VERY cheesy), and I definitely didn’t feel comfortable reading them on camera.

As a result, there might be a mention of the “Good, True and Beautiful” in there somewhere 😉

Someday, I’ll probably see a clip of it. When I do, I’ll make sure to post it. For now, it’s just me.

Kelly KSBY commercial

My mom took this on my phone in front of our house. You can see why I’ll never be one of those “fashion bloggers”– I just don’t know how to stand!

KSBY commercial Kelly 2

My boss took this of me during the actual shooting of the commercial. Awkward and uncomfortable smiles are kind of my thing…

How Sweet!

Today, I got a text message from an old friend from Biola. While we weren’t “technically” roommates, persay, we were in the same Torrey group, and lived next door to each other for a year. We helped each other through some of the most difficult experiences of our 4 college years. We traveled to Europe together. We cried and talked late into many nights. She was in my wedding. One of the closest and dearest people to my heart.

The last time I got to talk on the phone to her was when I found out I was pregnant with Gregory. It’s been hard keeping in touch since then, although we do email back and forth.

So it was quite a treat just to get a surprise text from her!

She asked if I had bought the Anthropologie swimsuit. You know. THE single most amazing retro swimsuit ever!

I replied that I hadn’t.

She said that it just had gone on sale, and that she was going to buy it for me. What size do I wear?

I clicked on the web link she sent to my email address (kudos, right? For not having known it was on sale? This means that I AM learning how to save…okay, seriously, it was probably just because I’ve been too busy shopping for baby stuff).

Um, “on sale” for Anthropologie is all relative. The swim suit was still $80 for both pieces.

So, I refused to let her buy it for me.

She said that I was being ridiculous, and that it was a poor substitute for coming to see me instead (this crazy busy girl is going for her second degree in Nursing at Azusa Pacific!).

I obliged and told her my size.

Darn, she says. They’re all sold out of the bottoms.

I felt relieved, because now there was no way she was going to spend that much $ on me! I told her that I wasn’t 100% thrilled with the bottoms anyway (something about the cut tells me it would look cute on a stick figure, but not on me!) and that I had been considering getting just the top and finding matching solid color bottoms elsewhere.

Done, she says. Ordered.

What a super sweet nice surprise! She knew that I was wanting something nice to wear this summer, after having my body invaded by pregnancy. Someday, I plan on treating her to something nice, when she has just had a baby! Until then, I’ll content myself with memories of how I used to special order her tiny tiny jeans on Ebay.

Just because, here are some good oldies!

Me, my roommate, and the dear friend of whom I speak, at our girls' weekend in Santa Cruz, 2 weeks before I moved to Texas

The 3 of us once again, overlooking Glastonbury, England

Bath, England. I am second from the left. She is on the very end. Yes, the very tiny one :)


Have you seen this? Anthropologie just launched a sister company, mainly devoted to all things wedding related.

Friends, you are just glad this didn’t happen 5 years ago. I would’ve made you all spend $350 on your bridesmaids dresses. Also, I would’ve had to forgo food in order to afford everything.

Such a lovely and unique wedding dress...a dreamy dress to go with a nightmarish price tag

Lovely bridesmaids dress...

Taking the Plunge

It’s happening. This weekend, I am walking into a salon, and leaving without my hair.

Lest you think I am trying to make “bald” the new sexy (I’ll leave that to the other Cone), I will elaborate.

I will be leaving without the majority of my hair.

I have decided to cut my hair shorter than it’s ever been.

Why? Because, as a mom, I feel frumpy. I am waaay too comfortable going out bra-less to walk the dog. Also. I feel waaay to comfortable telling everyone that. Feeling “put together” nowadays means I showered and took more than 60 seconds to do my makeup.

I have this theory, and from what I’ve seen, it’s mostly true amongst those I know. During pregnancy, hair looks GREAT! All shiny and thick from all those prenatal vitamins and the pregnancy-super-mom thing.

And then, 3 months after delivery…it starts falling out. Lots and lots of it. This corresponds with when the “just had a baby!”-high is over, and rubber meets the road. It also corresponds with when the books say you should be getting more and more sleep. Only, you aren’t. It’s dangerous to tell a sleepless mom that there are other moms out there getting sleep, because she will probably hand you her crying baby and lock the door to her bedroom to take a nap.

So many moms use this opportunity to do something drastic, like cutting of all/most of their hair. Nothing feels scary after you’ve pushed a huge watermelon out of your body. It’s like a skydiver deciding to spend the day at Six Flags. They’ll probably have to wake him up once the ride’s over.

But then, if you’re like me, you realized that you played it waaay too safe. Day by day…the Mommy Hair comes BACK with a vengeance. To be fair, I’m not sure if Mommy Hair is real, but I know that the mindset is.

And the unavoidable longing for the days when you never would’ve told a bunch of people that you go bra-less outside of the house ensues, and you start dreaming up ways to re-capture your dignity.

So, I made the appointment. Also, knowing that I would probably chicken out, I roped my friend Jenny into going with me. She’s taking the plunge as well– turning her brown curly locks into blond hotness! Not that blond hair is hot…well, maybe it is 🙂

My inspiration pictures