There have been loads of times where I feel as if my children were born to the wrong mother. Case in point, I can’t carve good pumpkins to save my life. During Halloween, I often feel as if my kids should’ve been born to one of those women who do that wild competitive jack-o’-lantern carving. Same with birthdays. My baking and decorating skills are appalling, and I can’t wrap a present to save my life.
Now I can add hairstyling to that list.
I have said for years that I shouldn’t be allowed to have hair, as I don’t know what to do with it. My hair barely gets washed and brushed. It generally stays in a ponytail, unless I’m in one of those intervals where I up and whack it short without any provocation.
Now I have a little girl. A little girl with long flowing beautiful mermaid hair. People would kill for my daughte’rs hair. I would kill for my daughter’s hair.
It was recently Dr. Seuss day at school in which the indomitable Dr. was to be fêted throughout the day. I thought I would try to make “Stella Lou Who hair” to go with her Red Fish Blue Fish shirt. She was ecstatic, but clearly I need to work on my technique.
Add creating fictional hairstyles to my list of things I cannot do.