Frida Be You and Me/I Went to Two Years of Private School and All I Got Was This Palm Tree

Thank you to my wonderful party planning friend, Maggie, and her creative daughter Anna, for throwing an "around the world" themed birthday party.  You gave me the perfect excuse to whip up a Frida Kahlo costume for my daughter.  Or costume(s) for my daughter(s), as the case turned out to be.  June did not attend the party, but when she saw Georgia trying on her getup on Friday, including makeup (woohoo exciting!), she had to get in on the fun.

I'll readily admit that I steered Georgia toward picking Mexico after remembering having seen this costume done elsewhere online.  So fine, it wasn't a shining moment of allowing for independence on my part.  But too bad, so sad, we'll have to make up for that later, because she loved it, plus, we all learned a little more about the famous Frida, so there.  Georgia's other considerations of Canada or Brazil will have to wait until next time.

Of course when we got home from the party we had to have a little portrait session in our bedroom.  How convenient that we had just "won" this ginormous palm tree at a silent auction.

Oh, here it is on the ride home.  Thankfully there are no pictures of me wrestling it into the house.  


First we needed to procure some fake flowers.  I love it that Georgia finds it socially acceptable to wear this crown in public.  And that June is sitting cross-legged in a tiny cart. 


Looks like I almost had to make three Fridas! 



My two Fridas.

I just have to include these next pictures because they crack me up.  But first, before you scroll any further: do NOT get impressed by our children cleaning.  Our front room/kitchen was an abject disaster, resulting in us putting on a 15 minute timer and Lady Gaga's "Just Dance" (aka, "Just Clean" as it is known around here) on repeat.  And for once in their lives, the girls went to town on the job.  So, I give you, mini Frida Kahlo cleaning.  Here she comes!



And now, for that post-party photo shoot I was telling you about.  She sure makes a mean Frida face, but the outtakes prove she was still having fun. 


Thanks again, Maggie.  I guess I never realized how much I still love playing dress up until I had kids. 

P.S. Almost forgot:  You should've seen the look of confusion on the swim coach's face the next day as June told her (in the middle of a lesson) all about the "pretty eyebrows" that she had gotten to have.  : )