I'm thinking bedroom.

Does anyone want to teach me how to sew this because I can't spend $200 on a single duvet cover. Seriously does someone want to teach me?

The M's meet the W's

Yesterday was a special day. A day devoted to all the spoiled only children out there. A day Chelsey has been counting down to for months. The Wiggles came to Phoenix! Scream! She literally had a calendar that she was crossing off the days, in anticipation for this blessed event. She even took this calendar on vacation. She so graciously invited Chloe and me to attend. And every time she got mad at me she told me, 'That's it. You are not allowed to come with me to the Wiggles concert." I am telling you, Chelsey is The Wiggles numero uno fan. We were sitting 9th row. I realized the Wiggles are a lot older (I said "older" not "old" as not to offend) than I thought, as I could see them so up close and in person. They are in their late 40's and one is almost 60. They must keep pretty healthy and spry with all the wiggling they do. I was also surprised they really do, do all their own music. For some reason I thought them playing the keyboard, guitars, and drums was all fake. They really are the "greatest band of all time!!!!"-Chelsey Mott.

Half way through a clap.

Chloe loved the concert although you wouldn't know it by looking at her. She was captivated and a little overwhelmed I think.
See-you can tell she is having a ball! I think this is my dad's 5th Wiggles concert. My dad is the number one supplier of the Wiggles livelihood. He bought them their boat, I am pretty sure.
Dancing in the aisles.

I told you I had some moves.
Not as good as these guys though.
My fashionista. She sure knows how to match her accessories to her outfit. Nice work Chloe.

Don't tell anyone, but I think mine was the cutest little wiggler there. And all the other mothers with only children thought the same thing of theirs.
The souvenir stand. There were a bazillion people in line. They literally were the last ones there. Not because they were the last in line, but because it takes time to buy the entire souvenir stand.

How the Wiggles bought their boat.

Chelsey has been earning money for weeks for precisely this reason. I paid her to help me with some stuff around my house.

One time she put away my dishes and I asked her what she thought was a fair payment.

She told me, "10 dollars."

She wasn't playing games. She had merchandise to buy.

After the concert we got a ride on one of those bike chariots (I don't know what else to call them but I think this is a perfect description) to our car. This has always been a dream of mine, but I am too cheap to ever pay for one of them. Don't you love doing things with parents? "Oh Dad...I am hot...do you guys want to get some ice cream?"

The ride was just as amazing as I had always imagined it being. We felt the refreshing 113 degree air on our faces as we glided through downtown Phoenix.

We had a fantabulous day. How could you not have a great time with adult men dressed in primary colors, and an audience full of adorable children? Although, MINE is the cutest.

Thanks to the Wiggles and my dad for the perfect day.

Kitchen Makeunder

Some of you may remember back when, when I said I wanted to redecorate my whole house. I put those feelings aside for a few months hoping they would relinquish, however they did not. I could not be restrained any longer. I had a spark of insanity yesterday and said to myself, I am tired of this brown wall and mismatching kitchen! One side of my kitchen looked like the Kirkland store, and the other half of my kitchen looked like the plate department at Bed Bath and Beyond.

3 years ago when we moved in, I had a designing identity crisis. I thought for some reason that my house should be brown or taupe or neutral or something along those lines. But as I have stared at that brown wall for 3 years I realized I am a cool girl. Cool as in cool colored, oh and cool in general too. So I got rid of my pumpkin butter and traded it in for winter frost. By the way, I have decided my dream job would be to name paint colors all day. How great would that be? "Oh, now that color reminds me of a summer moonlit walk. I shall name this color, summer moonlight." How do I get this job? I want it. That or a restaurant critic. These kinds of jobs are easy to find, so I hear.

Kirkland Store.Plate City.
2 different styles, Same kitchen. You see what I am talking about.
Seriously could there be any more plates in one area.

So I went about trying to rectify this situation. And here is how it turned out.

Oops. This is my old kitchen. Silly me. Let me try again.

Beautiful! This style I call Contemporary Forest. Okay okay, so this isn't it either. But I had to show you something truly awful to get the perfect kitchen image out of your mind. Just cleansing your palette.

The blue is definitely more blue than I had imagined. I had wanted a hardly noticeable hue, alas I forgot that paint dries darker. This Don did not know either. He told me yesterday that, "It will be lighter when it dries. It is like hair. Your hair is always darker when it is wet."
Evidently hair and paint are not as similar as some people suspected.

Don told me today, "Nice Job Melissa. It doesn't look as bad as I thought it was going to look. Yesterday I wasn't so sure."

I suppose this was a compliment which I put in the same category as comments like, "Oh, you got your hair cut."
This side of the kitchen I am not done with. I don't know what I want to do yet, but it needs something.

Now I have a kitchen suitable for dinner guests. And a picture to prove just how homemakerish I am.

Next room:bedroom.
But first I am going to need some moola.
Anyone know of anyone hiring paint namers? Or food critics?

Another post devoted to hair.

So I was watching "What Not to Wear" last night...another too fun to handle Friday night... and I noticed my favorite tv hair stylist Nick, is off the show.

Guess he was replaced for some reason.

So I googled it and found his salon website.

And found out that a regular person like myself could go to his salon and get a haircut for...wait for it.....500 bucks.

I plan on telling this to Don. Maybe $35 will sound cheap.

Did you know I used to get my haircut every 4 weeks like clock work?

It was very short. And I liked every hair in perfect place....what can I say, I lived in hair sprayed Utah.

Did you know I also went on a date with a guy who went on a church mission to Scottland? Which apparently gives one the right to wear a kilt in the middle of Salt Lake City. It was a fun date. We went to a Symphony and PF Changs. And I am pretty sure he got the intended reaction: everyone staring. (at his beautiful date of course, um just kidding)
He told me that he wanted to wear his kilt at his wedding. And I said to myself, well, you will not be marrying me because I wouldn't be caught dead at my wedding with my husband wearing a skirt. So either he married a girl more open minded than me, or his fiance told him you will not ruin my wedding pictures by wearing that thing. I hope no one was offended. I love Scottish culture. Um, the very little I actually know about it. I could definitely marry someone with a Scottish accent though. That would be very nice. I think Nick, my favorite tv hair stylist is Scottish. Aren't you impressed by how I can tie everything in? I have literary prowess.

This pose makes us look like I'm the mom, and these are all my daughters, doesn't it? See, I told you my hair was short.

In other news, Chloe is watching Dora on the Spanish channel. So I expect her Spanish to be improving at double the speed now. Complete immersion instead of words here and there. Abaho Chloe Abaho! I have no idea how to spell that or what it means. I just know Dora says something like that a lot.

I have nothing else to report.

Good day.

Can you believe...

...this is how my daughter chose to take her nap?

Dipped Cones and Thievery

So I was eating a cherry dipped cone at Dairy Queen last night (delicious by the way, haven't had one of those in years). Just chatting it up with some friends. When suddenly we hear this very loud noise that sounded like someone was moving a table across the floor. At first that's all I thought it was, but it was lasting a long time. Then I hear several people start running to the door yelling, "Call the police! Get his license plate number!"

Bizarre right??!!
Some guy came in, stole the life size coin collector intended for the Children's Miracle Network (hence the dragging sound, it must have been heavy) and chucked it in the waiting getaway car. The only thing I actually "saw" was the car driving away with some guy in the back desperately trying to hold on to the large loot.

It was the weirdest thing ever. Also...who steals from children?
And that was my excitement for the night.
But the cherry dipped cone was excellent.

Snuggie part 2

Remember the old Snuggie commercial? Well good news, there is an upgrade!

And I am pretty sure making the snuggie "stylish" will require more than an animal print.