Showing posts with label parents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parents. Show all posts

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Ballroom

wall mural inside Dance Plus Ballroom

Another cat out of the bag!

When Mike and I announced our engagement, one of the first things my dad wanted to talk about was the father/daughter dance.

"I don't want to get up there and look like a goober," he said. "We should take lessons."

So for Christmas, I gifted him with a certificate for six ballroom dance lessons at Dance Plus Ballroom. This place is a staple in my hometown, having been in the same spot for 30+ years. I remember taking "social dance classes" with them in middle school alongside all of my childhood friends.

One stipulation of the lessons, though, was that we keep it a secret. He didn't want anyone to know about his dancing ignorance, so we spent six weeks this winter sneaking around on Sunday nights to get to and from classes undetected.

While in Louisville, however, he spilled the beans! He told my mom about our lessons, and now I don't have to hold my breath and hope not to give it away.

The instructors are quick paced and thorough. We got a little taste of a several styles, but are definitely best at waltzing. For the record, we're generally not very good. It's a good thing the song we've picked just requires a nice little box step.

One cool thing? They have a bar inside, so you can snag a little beverage to liven up the party!






Monday, March 2, 2015

The Big Reveal

Well, I'm exhausted today. Want to know why? I had a non-stop weekend of redecorating and remodeling at my parents house. Last week I posted about an upcoming "DIY project" and also that my parents were headed out of town to Louisville, as a Christmas present from my sisters and I.

The two are related- we sent them away so we could complete a surprise makeover to our childhood bedrooms. We each had a room to handle, and these pictures are of the room Mike and I worked on.

Over the course of the past 10 years or so, our rooms have become "storage", filled with clutter, and decorated by 15 year old girls. My parents talk constantly about wanting to make a change, but have such busy lives, they've not been able to take on such a daunting task.

My childhood bedroom has become "The Guest Room", with a real bed for two actual adults.


We enlisted the help of our boyfriends and fiance, and each couple tackled a bedroom. We're so pleased with the results: