Rainbow Dress Disaster

Never has my tagline of “wannabe crafty mom” been more appropriate as in the adventures of the Rainbow Dress Disaster.  {It sounds like it should be a series of horror novels for tweens.}

Do you ever have this image in your mind of how something is going to turn out?  Only to have it spin inexplicably out of control until it is so very far from where you wanted to end up?

Yeah, me too.

This was sort of like that.  It all started when I saw this beautiful picture on Pinterest.

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This beautiful photo, taken by the very talented Abby Kyhl of AK Studio Design, seemed like the perfect inspiration for Quinn’s rainbow party invitation.  I could just imagine her holding a rainbow bouquet of balloons, in a mostly white dress with rainbow accents . . . can you see it?  I could.  And I wanted it.
There are about seven million reasons why I was unable to pull this off.  But let’s just consider three.
  1. It’s a desert wasteland in the midwest.  Where I thought I would be able to find a lush green background such as the one in this picture is beyond me.
  2. Quinn can’t stand on her own!  So . . . . what was I thinking??
  3. And perhaps most importantly . . . I’M NOT A PROFESSIONAL PHOTOGRAPHER.
Ok.  So I silenced the nasty voices that were listing off these reasons and the other seven million that this wouldn’t work and I set the wheels in motion.
I started by making the dress.  My inspiration came from this dress at A Lemon Squeezy Home.  {And I had faith I could pull it off after making the bandana dress.}  I decided to go cheap frugal and use a white sheet I bought at Goodwill.  Then I got lazy creative and used fabric glue to add some ribbon.  And the dress turned out so cute.  Whew.  Phase one complete.
Then I waited for the perfect day.  (Read: The day I had a free second to drag the kids to the party store, buy six stupid balloons, and torture Quinn, who was in the middle of teething, hungry, and none too interested in sitting in the hay grass for some stupid pictures.)
The balloons were purchased.  The dress was made.  The baby was happy awake.
It was go time.
I grabbed the balloons.  I remembered that the baby didn’t know how to stand on her own and tied something heavy to the bottom of them, deciding that I could sacrifice that cute element of the original photo and just have them seem to appear to be sprouting from the top of her head.  I headed for the door, baby, camera, and balloons in hand, four year old at my heels asking me approximately eighty thousand questions about what I was doing, and . . . . the yellow balloon popped.
F&@#!!!!!!!!!!
Without the yellow balloon we have no rainbow!!  Without the yellow balloon she is just holding a bunch of stupid colored balloons!!!
Ok.  I’m a mom.  I’m resourceful.  I can think of something new.
I decided to just take some cute pictures in the stupid dress.  And I thanked the heavens that I got the special goop inserted into the balloons that would make them last three days instead of 10 hours for an extra 15 cents a balloon (By the way, seriously???  It’s an extra 15 cents to make them last more than 10 hours???  Couldn’t you just build that into the price??  Yes!  Obviously I want them to last slightly longer than an afternoon!).  I thought I could just take a couple pictures and head back out the next day for a yellow balloon, and maybe Quinn would even be a happier child.
So we started out.
Perfect start, don’t you think?
Okay . . . this is slightly better, but you couldn’t really see the rainbow ribbon.  So I got out the tripod, thinking that I could help her stand and use a timer.
Yes, yes.  Exactly what I had in mind.
Even better.  Did I think that my giant denim legs would somehow magically not be in the picture??
It was shortly after this point that I gave up, about five minutes beyond the point when Quinn gave up, and headed inside the house, Quinn in one arm, my tripod in the other.  Just after I got inside the house I dropped something, I can’t even remember what it was, but obviously it was super important because I switched the tripod to the hand of the arm holding Quinn, bent over, and picked it up.  In doing so, the bottom of the tripod hit the floor and the top of it split Quinn’s lip open.  Yup.
Sigh.
And I, being the amazing mother that I am had the first thought of, “Don’t get blood on the dress!!”
So, let’s just sum up.  Desert wasteland.  Popped yellow balloon.  Baby who can’t stand.  Big denim legs.  Split lip.  Crying baby.  And now . . . blood on the white dress.
Thankfully moments after my worst mom moment, I had a brilliant mom moment.  I handed Quinn an ice cube to suck on and all was right in the world again.
But we did indeed have blood on the dress.  Now how would we have a photo redo with a yellow balloon?
I reluctantly put it in the washing machine on gentle . . . but I knew it was going to be a disaster.  I could feel it in my finger tips the way bum knees know rain is coming.  I actually waited like a day and a half to even pull it out of the washing machine because I didn’t want to see.
And of course, when I did open the machine, it was a horror show.  {I really wish there were little sound effects that I could add to the blog.  This sentence should be read with the knife stabby sound from horror movies.  REH! REH! REH!}
See . . . this is what comes of fabric glue short cuts and bed sheet frugality.  Maybe that should be my new tagline.
If you are wondering, I didn’t try to fix the dress.  Or buy another yellow balloon.  I had been Quinn had been tortured enough.
Thankfully, my daughter is adorable, and I managed to pull off a cute photo of her to make a good enough the perfect invitation.

Comments

  1. says

    OH MY GOODNESS. That is hilarious. No one would ever guess what you went through with that adorable picture you ended up getting and using for the invitations. I’ve been there and I am sure it’s just a matter of time before I am there again. Thanks for sharing the real life moments of being a mom. No matter how hard we try to get it right, there are definitely days that it just isn’t going to work out that way :)

  2. says

    Haha what a great post…. and in the end your picture looks awesome! Found your blog through random wandering through blogland….. and I don’t even know how I got here but glad I did! You have a ton of great projects. ~Stephanie

  3. says

    Aww, I’m sorry it didn’t all work out exactly like you had planned, but that invitation looks amazing, so I think that’s worth something :-) Thanks so much for sharing this at The Fun In Functional!

  4. says

    You better believe I was glued to the screen for your whole story! Hilarious. Just hilarious. And you write so well! But on a more important note, I kind of feel like you snuck a peek at what happens ALL THE TIME in my house. Kids. I’ll tell ya… :)

  5. says

    I had one of those days yesterday with a recipe. The only thing that didn’t happen is no one ended up with a split lip. Hugs to ya. And the invitation is indeed adorable. :-)

  6. says

    Coincidently, I had a disaster where I was thinking something and something else turned out last week. But I have to tell you, the dress looks cute.Thanks for linking up at Friday Fun Party. Have a nice weekend. :)

  7. says

    You are hilarious. And possibly my sister in spirit because that something I would TOTALLY do and it would TOTALLY go that way… I found you in the six sisters blog hop. I am looking forward to reading more- hope the party goes well!

  8. says

    This has always been on of my favorite posts!!! I can so relate to wanting everything to be perfect and driving myself, and everyone else, crazy in the process! I will say the picture and the invitation did come out beautifully!! Can’t wait to hear about this years invite and party! xo

  9. Nicole says

    I can say with 100% certainty that this made me laugh on a day that I needed it!!! I am exactly in your shoes. 1 yr old and 4 yr old. Had a rainbow party with big ideas of the beautiful rainbow balloon bouquet, thank you Pinterest(not standing either)…all balloons survived but they were coming out of her head and legs, sister and a full root beer to weigh them down turned up in the pics as well! Thanks for the laugh of reality!

    • says

      Nicole, this comment made my day!! This post is my all time favorite and like five people have read it, lol! Glad you could relate (well . . . for my sake, not yours). Thanks for making my day!!

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