In this final segment dealing with a few hair accessories that are a part of our everyday life around here, I figured it’d be nice to end on a positive note. I have mastered the object above. I refer to it as a “rubber band hair thing.” Pretty sure that’s not the official name of it but my moniker works. The kids know what I’m talking about and that’s pretty much all that matters.
If you can comprehend the mechanics of a rubber band, you can figure out this guy. If you can’t figure out a rubber band then I’m fairly certain you can’t figure out how to use a computer. In that case you are not reading this blog. Generally speaking, you're probably not reading. Moving on…
Anywho, I love when the girls approach me with this thing in hand, requesting to have me “do their hair”. I’ve become quite talented in the art of ponytail making. It took me a while, but I finally learned that “ponytail” is the singular, and “pigtails” is the plural. For some time I’d interchange the two terms, always evoking correction from the kids. Silly me.
I rarely attempt pigtails because when I’m finished, their heads always look asymmetrical. The bundled sprouts of hair on either side are very difficult to make evenly. From the back, the children’s melons look quite odd. From the front, they look slightly insane, perhaps even a little deranged. Neither of which are looks I want my daughters to have. I’d be afraid they’d never find husbands in that case, resulting in them living with us forever. Yowza.
Like the other two hair accessories featured this week, this rubber band style can be found everywhere: sinks, drains, couch cushions, washing machine, the dog’s poo etc. Rarely are they found in weird places like dressers or heaven forbid vanity drawers. That’s just crazy talk.
When they’re swept up in the vacuum, at least these are quiet. So that’s nice. Same goes for when they’re run through the washing machine. Yet just another reason why I prefer these to the other 2. When they’re lying on the carpet, I always think they resemble coiled up night crawlers that have come out onto the ground after a rain. I guess this goes along with the analogy that the metal clip style sometimes look like a cockroach.(see yesterday’s post)
I've learned over the years that little girls love to be told they're "pretty". Fortunately for them, my girls look like their mother. No girl wants to be told that she looks exactly like their father. "Wow honey, you look just like your daddy!."
"Uh, my dad has a beard and receding hair line. Gee, thanks...jerk."
I think it's especially important for them to hear complements from their dad. If not, the first loser who comes along with a few kind words could sweep them off their feet. I'm going to try my best to keep that from happening. For now, I want to be the only loser in their life. Wait...I mean...oh whatever.
Have a great weekend people.
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