What's Not On Pintrest

Daughter 2 asked for an ice cream sundae party for her birthday, so I did what every loving and caring mother would do: I went to Pintrest and built this party up to Inaugural proportions in my mind. Without much effort I was able to find a Pin that shared the cutest idea for an ice cream sundae party. This particular mom got crystal goblets and had each party go-ers name painted on each goblet. Then she special ordered a spoon and had each party go-ers initial engraved on each spoon. She had linen napkins in the guest of honor's favorite color (pink) and had dozens of toppings ranging from fresh strawberries and kiwis to chocolate covered cherries and Jordan almonds. She and her husband dressed like old fashioned soda jerks and served all the future socialites from behind their crete-papered wet bar.


This. This was what I was going to do for my birthday girl. Ice Cream Sundae party? Consider yourself pinned. And not to my "Crap I'll Never Do" board.

I shared my enthusiasm with The Dad, who promptly said there was no way he was going to dress like a soda jerk and serve kids. He also reminded me that we have an ice chest on wheels and not a wet bar. He totally was not worthy of "soda" in front of his jerk.

Despite my hubby's obvious lack of interest in making our baby girl happy, I priced crystal goblets and decided that I wasn't that interested in making out baby girl happy. So, together, Daughter 2 and I went to the "Everything's-A-Dollar" store and found twenty wine glasses that didn't seem to be made of sugar glass like in the movies. We snagged up some paint pens, and I convinced myself that because I could bubble-print the hell out of those plastic containers in the 80s, then I could personalize these one-dollar wine glasses myself. And I did. Then I took a Pintrest-worthy picture of it.

Instead of embossed invitations that contained things like velum and ribbon, I printed a picture of a sundae from the Internet, and we were off. As each girl arrived at the party, I let her choose her color then I personalized her wine glass, um ... I mean her goblet.

My sister-in-law squirted the whipped cream, and my sister passed out juice. It was exactly as Pinterest said it would be. Or not.

Apparently condensation from the cold ice cream makes the paint from the pens come off.  So, I dried the outside of the glasses goblets and re-named them. And re-painted their names. Then, since I was repainting, they'd choose different colors.  Sometimes different names. At one point as I was painting a third name in a third color on one little partier's goblet, she said, "Are these dishwasher safe?" Hell if I know, kid. And I just kept painting.

Aside from that, the party was smashing. Well, aside from the constant painting and karaoke. And, I can't complain about the karaoke because when my mother-in-law asked what Daughter 2 wanted I told her she'd been wanting a karaoke machine. And really, she does a mean Taylor Swift "Mean."

Other than the painting and the loud "Rock Star" blaring through the karaoke, it was a great party. Wait. Have I mentioned the kittens? Daughter 2 has wanted kittens for as long as she could "meow, meow here and meow, meow there" in preschool. The Dad and I talked about our never-ending mouse problem and decided to go ahead and rescue a pair of brothers who had been thrown from a bridge. So, now we had nine girls, nine ever-changing goblets, six Pink! songs on a loop and two kittens.

This is the stuff Pintrest is not made of.

But it was a fabulous party anyway.