Kiki Rose Couture's Newest Summer Dress

Keira is modeling my newest design!  A super cute, super comfy a-line shift dress!

This adorable dress is available for custom design in your choice of color/fabric

Dress is available from newborn to 3T!

Visit http://www.kikirosecouture.blogspot.com/ to order yours today!

When is enough, enough?!

i multi-task, everyone multi-tasks, but when do you say enough is enough?!  Yesterday I was driving down the road from my lunch break and saw a man in his car shaving, texting, and driving ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!! Right down the middle of 135th Street.  Now, I know I live in kansas, and the rest of the world is probably thinking... so what?  there can't be any traffic in kansas,  but yes there is and lots of it, especially on this particular road.  And this man was wreaking havoc on everyone in the eastbound lanes.  Seriously?!?! i wish i could've taken a picture of him on my phone, but again, where do you draw the line.  He had his visor down, his mirror open, shaving with one hand and texting with the other, while guiding the wheel with the texting hand.  INSANE.

Making Promises I don't want to keep...

i am a people pleaser.  and believe me my husband takes full advantage of this weakness/strength.  i was sitting on the couch a week or two ago, irritated STILL that i couldn't find the swimming suit that i had envisioned and my body is still not looking how i envisioned so i stupidly said i am going to start doing my workout dance videos.  now when on earth do i have time to do this?!?!  i am sure not getting up any earlier than i have to in the mornings, when i get home at night i have to cook dinner, than go straight into my sewing if i want to keep up on my sales and marketing for my clothing line: kiki rose couture when do i have time to workout?!? anyway, chris was like... you need to just start running, you will hate it at first but i would love it if you would just do my football work out with me.   i was like um, no.  i hate running!  i know hate is a strong word but i mean, maybe even more than hate i loathe it.  i am scarred from my many years of elementary school and jr high when you had to run the mile.  i hated that run, so then i began to hate running all together.  so, then chris gets irritated with me b/c i don't want to 'at least try it' seriously what does he not get about being scarred for life?!  so then i stupidly say, b/c i know he is mad (and he is probably just faking to get what he wants b/c he knows i am a people pleaser) FINE!  I will run with you for one month and if I hate, even if i do get skinnier i don't have to do it ever again.  BINGO.  promise i won't keep.  So the next day i was forced to go to a jr. high track/football field and run his football drills.  he must've been going easy on me the whole way there i complained, we got to the track and saw other people working out and immediately wanted to leave, hello i am a terrible runner and my face gets all red and i don't have proper work out gear, only sick white nike shorts from college (when i used to work at finish line for one horrible summer) one pair of really old nike shocks (again compliments of finish line) and old sorority tees.  clearly i need to go shopping.  anyway, i tried all the stalling tactics in the world... we need bottled water, we need to get some different socks, etc but chris was having none of it and i was forced to run. :(  it wasn't that bad and i actually felt lots better afterwards, but have i been since?!  absolutely not. 

Having a husband that could read my mind could really save me from a lot of tears and stress...

So a couple weeks ago, I came home from lunch with two of my besties and Chris and Keira were leaving to go to the pool. and I had a SERIOUS meltdown.  I had this whole first trip to the pool day planned, and the way it was going was NOT in my plan.  Now this plan was unknown to anyone but me, but still why couldn't Chris just read my mind and KNOW that Keira's first trip to the pool was not supposed to be without me or with me in a non existent bathing suit.  Anyway, we had a huge fight (well it was a fight to me he just thought I was being difficult) anyway I didn't want him to go to the pool without me, yet I didn't have a swimming suit and I didn't want to go and sit on the side.  So then he was like just go in some shorts and a tank... um excuse, sometimes he has a minor lapse in judgement and forgets who his wife is.  Maybe for other girls this sort of attire is ok... NOT FOR ME.  My whole life i have dressed as though I am going to a fashion show, i pride myself on clothing and looking fashionable at ALL times, even at gross old apartment pools with old women in too small bikinis and sagging skin.  My husband just doesn't get this and he is soo stubborn I just immediately start crying and tell him to go without me.  So he leaves, then my insanity begins.  I pull in and CANNOT find my garage door opener ANYWHERE, and I mean ANYWHERE.  I was in my mom's car which i borrowed for the weekend and I knew I put it in there i tore apart the entire car and couldn't find it anywhere, on top of this it was like a million degrees i was sweating, irritated with Chris for not understanding, and now I couldn't even get into my house.  So i have to find the property manager have her let me in, then go for a mad dash to target to find a bathing suit that only i have in my mind yet no one has for sale at ANY store.  This happens to me quite frequently, with lots of things.  You think i would learn but no.  It turns out that my fabulous pre-baby body (which really wasn't that fabulous to begin with) is not back and I have stretch marks and I am not back to my normal size, never conditions you want to deal with when searching for a skimpy bathing suit.  And I refuse to wear a tankini... they are hideous... so I finally settle for a gold lamay... yes i said gold lamay retro style one piece from Zach Posen, which is of course the most expensive bathing suit in Target (but it is Target not Saks so I guess I can buy it).  Anyway... by the time i got my bathing suit, and got back home Chris and Keira were at home napping !!!! Seriously?!?!

All that running around for nothing

and ps. my mom found my garage door opener the next day under her seat.  like in a min and thirty seconds flat.

xoxox

kati