The things we do for love
Last night I found myself standing in the bathroom wearing a cheap looking, platinum blonde, waist length, curly costume wig. I think that I will pause a minute and let your mind go with this one......
Okay it really wasn't for some kinky role playing game with my husband. My oldest daughter's school is having a "dress up like a rock star" day this friday. Can you guess why? Because drugs DON'T rock. That's a bit of a stretch don't you think? If they really wanted to get the message across wouldn't the school have them dress up in jail uniforms and chain them to their lockers for the day? That would be much more effective I would think, but then again I sure don't have a teaching degree. *shrug*
The ONLY rock star in my nine year olds mind is "Hannah Montana".
"Mom, I need to look JUST like Hannah Montana. Now SHE'S a rock star." I had the urge to list MANY rockstars who live somewhere other than Preteen Planet, stars really worthy of impersonating, but I know that would have only gotten me the "Mom, you just don't know anything" stare followed by the "Thank goodness I have the Disney Channel or I would be SO uncool" eye-roll.
We headed to Target to find the perfect blonde wig. Thank goodness we're nearing Halloween, there was an entire AISLE devoted to cheap wigs.
"No, no, no, no. Ummmmmm...no." All the way down the line she went. Nothing was right.
"We're just going to have to go to a different store mom," she sighed in her best diva voice.
I tried to explain to her how the cheap Halloween costume and wig industry works with all major retailers, but I just got The Stare.
I spent the next 20 minutes attempting to convince her that each wig looked JUST like Hannah's long and straight blonde hair. She wasn't buying it. Or rather, she WAS and that was half the problem. She was pitching in her own money for this thing which means that I wasn't allowed to pull the standard 'grab something, deal with it or get a job to buy your own stuff' line. She had a pocket full of birthday money that she knew bought her the right to be picky.
Thirty minutes later we stood in the checkout line with a Barbie Rapunzel wig that she'd finally settled on. It was blonde and it was long, but it was a mass of curls instead of smooth and straight like it was supposed to be.
And that is exactly how I found myself standing in my bathroom wearing a cheap platinum blonde wig. You can't just hold a wig to style it because you need both hands. I had to WEAR the thing. Not just wear it, but use a round brush and blow dryer with special attachments on it. My husband walked in and nearly fell on the floor laughing...I am SO glad that he has no idea where the camera is.
So the wig is straight, $15 of salon hairspray later. I can't wait until she comes home from school with the wig in knots, destroyed from 6 hours of hair-tossing, pose-striking and playing on the playground.
Okay it really wasn't for some kinky role playing game with my husband. My oldest daughter's school is having a "dress up like a rock star" day this friday. Can you guess why? Because drugs DON'T rock. That's a bit of a stretch don't you think? If they really wanted to get the message across wouldn't the school have them dress up in jail uniforms and chain them to their lockers for the day? That would be much more effective I would think, but then again I sure don't have a teaching degree. *shrug*
The ONLY rock star in my nine year olds mind is "Hannah Montana".
"Mom, I need to look JUST like Hannah Montana. Now SHE'S a rock star." I had the urge to list MANY rockstars who live somewhere other than Preteen Planet, stars really worthy of impersonating, but I know that would have only gotten me the "Mom, you just don't know anything" stare followed by the "Thank goodness I have the Disney Channel or I would be SO uncool" eye-roll.
We headed to Target to find the perfect blonde wig. Thank goodness we're nearing Halloween, there was an entire AISLE devoted to cheap wigs.
"No, no, no, no. Ummmmmm...no." All the way down the line she went. Nothing was right.
"We're just going to have to go to a different store mom," she sighed in her best diva voice.
I tried to explain to her how the cheap Halloween costume and wig industry works with all major retailers, but I just got The Stare.
I spent the next 20 minutes attempting to convince her that each wig looked JUST like Hannah's long and straight blonde hair. She wasn't buying it. Or rather, she WAS and that was half the problem. She was pitching in her own money for this thing which means that I wasn't allowed to pull the standard 'grab something, deal with it or get a job to buy your own stuff' line. She had a pocket full of birthday money that she knew bought her the right to be picky.
Thirty minutes later we stood in the checkout line with a Barbie Rapunzel wig that she'd finally settled on. It was blonde and it was long, but it was a mass of curls instead of smooth and straight like it was supposed to be.
And that is exactly how I found myself standing in my bathroom wearing a cheap platinum blonde wig. You can't just hold a wig to style it because you need both hands. I had to WEAR the thing. Not just wear it, but use a round brush and blow dryer with special attachments on it. My husband walked in and nearly fell on the floor laughing...I am SO glad that he has no idea where the camera is.
So the wig is straight, $15 of salon hairspray later. I can't wait until she comes home from school with the wig in knots, destroyed from 6 hours of hair-tossing, pose-striking and playing on the playground.
posted by Leah @ Wednesday, October 18, 2006
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