Ballerina Hair

I have always wanted a daughter. I had Ideas of how I would raise a little girl, most of which revolved around feminism and not allowing Barbies into our home. Also, I have Issues with little girls and dance recitals. All the tiny gyrating hips and make-up and overly fancy costumes= gross. (Real ballet is beautiful and simple and not one bit about lipstick or turning your preschooler into a slutty teenager.) ANYWAY.

So now I'm a present day mother of three daughters. We still don't have any Barbies, but we do have lots of "princess" dress up clothes (almost as bad, but still). And we have Desires to take dance.

We've reached a compromise. They take dance during the summer, through community ed. There is no recital, therefore no $200 costume, no JonBenet Ramsey-ness, no pageant moms. I send them to class in simple leotards. And ballerina hair.

Oh, my god. I LOVE BALLERINA HAIR. LOVE.

(No picture... yet. But imagine 2 little buns, one on each side of the head. Two cute tiny perfect little buns. Perhaps I should mention that it has taken 4.5 years to grow enough hair to even require the use of a barrette, so the buns- well, many many people thought they'd never have enough hair for buns.)