Posted by on Sep 22, 2014 in Favorite things, Memoir, Uncategorized | 17 comments

Darling pigtails

Today I put my hair in pigtails.

I’m not even sure what prompted me to do it. They’re messy. It doesn’t look good or cute or even appropriate, but I had no idea it could be an instant attitude adjuster. I mean, on the day girlfriend gets a new cut and color, I’m as confident as I’ll ever be. But two ponies in the back of my head? Boom! I’m one better than that–I’m s a s s y .

I don’t know if it’s pathetic or precious (I’m hearing Jen Hatmaker in my head as I write that), but I’m sassy with no one around. Sassy people will understand (so I hope you understand).

What pigtails lack in fashion they more than make up for it in fun. When I turn my head from side to side they swish my neck. For those of you who’ve never had the pleasure, it feels like six years old. Have you ever known a six-year-old who didn’t think the singular goal of life was TO have fun? Exactly.

When my husband and I were dating (and apparently serious), I remember putting my hair in pigtails one day and he thought I was darling. I’m the worst rememberer in the world, so the fact I recall this is telling. I remember him swishing them with his hands (see? fun!) and saying, “When we have a little girl can she look just like you?”

That’s the magical thing about pigtails I suppose–no matter your age when you wear them, you’re always a little girl.

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It’s no fun if you don’t play along–what makes you feel sassy or six again?

 

Image: Boo from Monsters Inc., quite possibly the darlingest pigtail wearer ever imagined.