So you think you can dance?

Warning: If you are a mostly sedentary 30 something year old woman, who's last dance experience was in the Nutcracker when you were 11; skipping over teen night "dancing" at the Nectarine Ballroom when you were 14, because that mostly consisted of shifting your weight from one hip to the other, arms at your side, eyes scanning, mouth aloof; you should NOT spend two hours of your Sunday doing this:

And you should definitely not do it, without stretching, and then have a giant glass of Trader Joe's syrah, and go to bed. I'm just saying, you can try it. I'm hoping some of you do. I think I burned some calories, so at least I accomplished one thing on my to do list this week. There is however, a small chance that you will wake up in the middle of the night with a toddler sleeping on your face, totally unable to move your neck. No big deal.

I think it's going to be really sexy on Saturday when I'm dancing in my pink lamé tube top and my bedazzled neck brace. SO geriatric Gaga. Ok back to gluing mesh thongs on my Barbies, and brushing out my wigs.

But it's not my fault!

I tried. I REALLY tried. You saw all those paint chips right? It's not like I didn't at least try not to do the right thing. I even went through the motions of buying four little green paint samples and dutifully painted them on the wall. I looked at them in different light at different times of day. I cocked my head to the side and stared at them thoughtfully. I really tried! Then I asked Nipper to come in and look at them. As soon as he said he didn't like any of them, maybe before he'd even finished the sentence I knew what had to happen. I didn't even say it out loud. I simply set to the task at hand. Picking out the perfect shade of pink.

uhm, no, no, no and NO

I know for a lot women pink is repulsive. It's viewed as a color best left for babies or bimbos or baby bimbos, or god forbid BARBIE. But I love it. It's a flattering color for me, and I think there is a flattering shade of it for most people. But mostly I find it cheerful and soothing. Especially that pale pale warm peachy pink. You know the color of the bottle top on the johnson's baby oil? That's just about my favorite pink. Blush, or cloud, or apricot fluff. By any name I love this color. I also love that deep dark cherry pink, but it has to be just right, and used in moderation or it evokes dirty plastic things you find in the bottom of a sale bin at walmart.

oui!

I had a few pink swatches set aside for what I thought would be the door color. I added to those 7 or 8 more in the same vein, and had Sadie look through them and help me choose. Until Sadie met me she HATED the color pink. I think maybe our entire friendship might have been a rehabilitation process for her to prepare for her daughter Hattie who ONLY likes pink (atta girl). But she has in recent years warmed to my favorite pale pink, which by the way looks great on her. She chose the color I had chosen for the door. Great minds. Then our nanny Brenda chimed in that she thought we should paint the alcove a dark shade of the same pink to give the room a little depth. Oh my god it was like we were on one of those HGTV shows. The ladies in my life are so stylish and wise.


SO I sincerely hope he meant it when Nipper said I could paint the office, or as he is now referring to it my "man cave", any color I like. Did I mention I'm going to put gold leaf polka dots along the trim? Goody goody gum drops. That's just the kind of thing a girl who loves pink would say right? Frack yeah!


Big reveal soon to come. I need to paint the floor which means removing everything from the room, which is kind of hard, because I don't know if you noticed, but we are experiencing monsoon type rain here right now.