Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Welp, here it is.

Let me set the scene for you.
This video was taken on my last trip home to Alabama.
We were all gathered around my parents' dining room table,
my grandmothers, my parents, my Aunt Elsie.
We'd spent the good portion of an hour videotaping one another and at this point we'd gotten down right silly.
Here's a moderately good representation of me and my southern voice.

For your interpretation, here's the list of words I'm reading:
aunt / route / wash / oil / theater / iron / salmon / caramel / fire / water / sure / data / ruin / crayon / toilet
New Orleans / pecan / both / again / probably / spitting image / Alabama / lawyer / coupon
mayonnaise / syrup / pajamas / caught

peace out, y'all.

Monday, May 28, 2012

we've got a winner, ya'll

Here's J preparing for the official Thank You Gift drawing.

 Shuffle, shuffle.

 J: Should I put on a sleep mask to make this more legit?
M: No, just close your eyes really tight.

 And the winner is...


Thanks so much for playing along, everyone. I loved hearing all the song titles rolling around in your heads.
I dig your musical diversity.
I am quite thankful.
For this space.
For gifts to give away.
For you.
All of you.

dear Maggy, Congrats! Shoot me an email so we can work out the dets! xo
molly.rigoloso @

Friday, May 25, 2012

a thank you gift

Hello, friends!

I've been all sentimental this week with the new looks of things around here.
I am thankful to have this outlet for many reasons, not the least of which is you.
Yes, you.
I know that when you click over to this spot, you are making a choice... to read these very words. My words.
And because of that, I want to say thank you.
A million times, thank you.
There are so many blogs out there and that you would choose to come here is a gift to me.

So how about a gift for you...
I've always fancied myself Oprah... you get a car! you get a car! you get a car!
It's not exactly a car, but it is a package of a few of my very favorite things.

Leave me a comment with your name and the song that's in your head right now.
I'll leave the drawing open until Sunday, May 27th, 10pm EST.

Lastly, here's a little thank you gift for everyone.
It's not a new Range Rover All Wood, but it is a printable reminder of my fondness for you.

Edited to add:
I cannot believe I left out the most important thank you of all.
Candis is the lovely lady who made molly b. look all fancy and new with her crazy good design skills. 
She is super talented and creative and just all around wonderful. Thank you, friend.

May the odds be ever in your favor.
love y'all, mean it.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

'round here

                                                                                                                  photo by my friend @missxnikol

It's hot, muggy & rainy in New York City and I've got a feeling it's only going to get hotter and muggier.

A furry creature with a tail got confused and thought our apartment was it's home. J was at work, I had girlfriends over. You'd have thought the level at which we all screamed would've been enough to kill the thing dead in its tracks. Unfortunately not.

Justin and I went to our first Yankees game. The weather was perfect and the Yankees won. Win, win.

The Most Dramatic Season of The Bachelorette Evahhh is underway. Try to control yourself. Or gather some wine and cheese and sopressata, mix in some of your fave girls, and dole out your best judgey comments live on twitter.

I have a little surprise to share with you hopefully sooner than later. It involves my (southern) accent and a video camera. Hey-o.

Lastly, everytime I steal a peek at this new name, at this new space, I get excited all over again. It feels right and good and very me. So basically what I'm saying is, I look at this place, my spot among the interweb, and I am grateful.

It finally feels like home. Minus the furry creature with a tail.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

things learned

In honor of launching my new blog name and it's pretty new face this week, I decided to reflect on some of the things I've learned from my blogging experience to date.

Here we go.

It will suck your time dry.
You'll sit down to write a post thinking, this will take about 30 minutes and then a solid 3 hours pass in an instant.

Posts you think people will love, they may not like at all.
Some of you will recall the great candle post debacle that stirred up such huffs and puffs and blow your house downs. Oy.

Blogging is a whole new world.
Cue Aladdin soundtrack. It's robust with words like sponsors and followers and statistics and giveaways.
Comment moderation and Anonymous and widgets and html.

Fashion blogs. Mom blogs. Coupon blogs. Foodie blogs. DIY blogs. Lifestyle blogs. Blogs Hating On Other Blogs blogs.

In a recent conversation with my mom she said, A couple years ago, if I'd heard someone call you a blogger, I'd have thought they were calling you a bad name.
She may have been right to think so.

Picnik is dead. RIP.

For me, I have learned that blogging, like most things in my life, is best done in moderation.
When my only focus is I've Got To Blog This!, I miss out on living life and enjoying the moment.
On the flip, this medium proves an excellent way to document moments, to write out thoughts, to forge friendships, to be present.

If I were to ask Justin what he'd learned from his wife-turned-blogger, he'd probably say this:
Never, ever under any circumstance eat a bite of your food until it has been thoroughly documented with some version of a DSLR. Or an iPhone featuring instagram.

I'd ask him for you, but that joker is asleep.

Top knots and red lips for life,

molly b.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

It's me. Finally.

I can hear his voice now, strong, yet tender.
My dad has called me molly b. for as long as I can remember.
As a greeting on my voicemail, the salutation of a note, or heaven forbid, in a firm talking-to.
I've signed many a note to him by the epithet myself.

I have wanted this blog to be more of a reflection of who I really am for the longest time.
I'd roll phrases around and then roll them around some more and the words never felt right.

And then one day it hit me.
I knew exactly what I wanted this space to be.
This new blog name, molly b.?
It's me. Finally.

After all this time, I knew the answer all along.

about us

Hi there! I'm Molly.

This is my husband, Justin.

Stick around long enough and you'll hear me talk about him.
I can hardly help it. He is my favorite person hands down.

We live and work and play in New York City.
We quite like it.

I'll do my best to keep it real with you here in this space.
My life is not perfect and I won't pretend it is.
My house gets dirty, laundry piles up, and horror of all, I watch The Bachelor.
Or The Bachelorette, respectively.

Life is a gift and I want to enjoy every moment whether it's silly or serious or noteworthy or not.
That's what you'll find here. The big and not-so-big moments of our life.

Thanks for reading along.
The pleasure is mine.

ps... email me here
molly.rigoloso @

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

back, back in the New York groove

I am home.
I went home to Alabama and returned home to New York.
It amazes me still that two very distinctive, quite different places can simultaneously feel like home.

Looking at the horizon's glow from my window seat caught my breath in the back of my throat.
It was almost too beautiful if there is such a thing.
The wheels of the plane had not even touched New York pavement before my mind was rolling.

Calls to make. Meetings to attend. Groceries to buy. Friends to celebrate. Family to stay connected with. Bags to unpack. Pictures to edit. A blog to write. Lists a mile long to cross off. This city fosters busyness and my mind and body were responding before my feet even hit the ground.

It takes both for me. City and country. Being busy, being still. A healthy combination of both.

At the end of that plane ride, a man stood waiting for me.

And at that point, I was confident of two things:

I am home.


baby, you'd better believe
I'm back, back in the New York groove.

Monday, May 7, 2012


This week I am home.
With some of my favorite people on this green earth.
I am certain of this: there will be leisurely cups of coffee to ease us into the mornings and afternoons with a beloved furry animal and late nights talking about everything and nothing.
There will probably also be cornbread.

See you soon, friends.

Friday, May 4, 2012

the soon-to-be mr. & mrs. ivy

Our friends Deanna and Scott are getting married this weekend and I get to be a part of their special day.
You may remember they got engaged when they came to visit us last Fall.

Deanna's story is hers to tell, so I'll not tell it for her, but I will say this...
She is a woman of strength and I am proud to call her my friend.
Scott Ivy is a smart man.

I know the weekend will be filled with love and laughter.
A celebration of two people who were brought together in the perfect timing.

I've had my outfit picked out for months.
Now I've just got to decide what to do about mascara.
Lord knows, there will be happy tears spilling out no matter how I try to fight'em.

We wish you long, happy years of the sweetest love, friends.
m + j

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

better than the Holiday Inn

Justin recently had a 3 day weekend that became a 5 day weekend at the last minute.
We tried to do Boston.
But the only vacancy Boston had to offer at the last minute was the Holiday Inn.
For $320 a night.
Umm, first of all, what?! And secondly, no thanks.
We'll save Boston for another time when $320 garners somethng a little more authentic. 

But we still wanted to get away for a few days. We tried Cold Springs, NY in the Hudson Valley.
No vacancy.
Then Justin jokingly said, We should go to Ohio.
I gave a half-hearted laugh and said something like yeah that'd be awesome.

Later that day, I was chatting with Candis and told her the outrageous Holiday Inn tale when she said,
Well, where are you guys going to go?
I paused and said, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this... but Justin mentioned Ohio.

Two days later we were there.
In Ohio.
Eating Jeni's ice cream, taking pictures of Westley's every move, laughing 'til there were tears and confirming what we'd known for a long time...
that our husbands would love each other.

We came home rested and happy and thankful.
Those Joneses are famous in our book.

Beat that, Holiday Inn.