A 'mingo what now? I type that and autocorrect swaps it to "mango." SO annoying but also understandable in this case. What the heck is a "'mingo" anyway? It's my cute Maggie's way of saying "flamingo." One rarely able to resist a good alliteration, you know I had to go with Maggie's 'Mingo Mixer for her 5th birthday bash.
Okay. Confession. I actually bought my 'mingo mixer makings a year ago, thinking it would be the makings of Lulu's pretty pink 1st birthday. Instead, she got... bupkis! :((( That's right, she was without a first birthday party beyond the one we held at home. But that's okay, the pink purchases were not a total loss. I had a 'Mingo Mixer to plan!
This is where I insert a HUGE thanks to my talented, patient, caring, selfless parents. They made the mixer possible. Pop, with his extreme makeover help in my backyard...
And Schmom, with her loving care of my babies for days on end so I could work. They're saints, I tell ya!
The Mixer was a huge hit. We had cute kiddos here, splish splashing around, and Maggie had a ball!
To be honest, I can't believe i just wrote that last "paragraph." You see, following the party, I was super blue instead of tickled pink. This is hard to describe, but I'm told I'm a bit of a perfectionist. I don't think this is said as a compliment. I sure don't see it that way. I see the downsides of such a mental state. For one, I can't shake the "should be" picture in my head of the way anything I'm planning or working on should look like. For another, I spend waaaayyyy too long planning and concepting. My events and projects die in details that nobody knows about or cares about, quite frankly. So when I spend days and days and days planning, only to then run out of production time and get to execute on about 1/4 of what I planned for (admittedly over planned for) while also running my SWEET helpers ragged, I feel CRUSHED. I feel like I've failed. Please tell me I'm not alone in this mental disorder of mine. Sometimes it sure feels like I am. At least in my intimate surroundings. I drive my loved ones crazy. Often. :(
At any rate, my heart hurt following Maggie's party. I went on and on to poor Cor about where I failed and what my shortcomings were. ISN'T THAT STUPID?!? It's okay; you can say it is. I agree. But it's the honest truth. I was deflated and sad. I later threw myself a private pity party as I cried in the bathroom.
Sooooo... the fact that I now sit down to recall these events from a week ago by saying it was a "huge hit" is, in fact, HUGE! I'm so glad time has healed all self-inflicted wounds. Thank you, Father T, for sending your sunshine.
Okay, bring this derailed train back on the track. I was merely going to blog about the shindig and the scrapbook page that followed, not have a tell-all on my e-leather couch. Sorry about that!
So, pretending all is as it should be, let's awkwardly transition to scrapbooking. Here's a page I made using the Pretty Presents Kit from Queen & Co. As a new design team member there, I was asked to make a layout for June. Party pics to the rescue! (I wish I were that on top of my memory keeping by nature!)
To see all of my step-out shots and how-tos for this page, I invite you to check out the Queen & Co. blog. Here, I'll leave you with a few of those close-ups.
Thanks for taking a pink peek. You bet your bottom dollar I'm glad you followed the flock to this here post. ;)