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.
Stickers! I still love stickers! And markers!
Love your pigtails. It’s impossible for a ponytail to look/act sad. When you walk with a single ponytail, it can’t help but swing happily back and forth.
I LOVE how you personify pigtails!!
And you touched on another sassy delight of mine–markers! Especially new ones! Remember the ones that used to be around that smelled so GOOD??
Thanks for the great question Robin! And you flaunt those pigtails until your little hearts delight!!
Last week we were vacationing in the woods of Connecticut and I was being chased by a three year old trying to tag me. The closer he got to tagging me the more of an unbelievable thrill it became… I surely because six again for just a moment as I let out a whoop but managed to just stay out of his reach. It was so great!! I haven’t felt like that in years!
That image makes me so happy, Lina :). That little one had no idea YOU were having MORE fun!
Haaaaa – what a cute post! Coloring a card for a friend with crayons makes me feel about six year old again.
Love the pig tail idea. I’ll have to wait till my hair grows out a bit.
Glad you’re giving us sassy ideas. 🙂
Sassy is as sassy does, yes?
I actually bought my 22-year-old daughter and her friends new crayons and a super sized coloring book…. Rather than laugh at me, they colored! I have the pictures on my fridge to prove it :).
Flirting with my man, cowboy boots, green polish on my toes, glitter, dancing, picking wildflowers, riding motorcycles…all that makes me feel sassy. Sticking my tongue out at my adult supervision, stomping my foot and telling him he is NOT the boss of me…that makes me feel six, although Mother did not tolerate foot stomping or door slamming when I was six. Sixteen or twenty six either, for that matter.
NONE of this surprises me. You’re so dingdang cute :).
Can I just tell you? My best friend and her hubby watched this movie on their honeymoon and afterwards he said “I want one of those!” 9 1/2 months later… 😉
They now have 6 kids and although the first wasn’t a girl 3 of them are!
Me, I love swinging on the swings! I just wish they didn’t hurt my butt anymore!
Oh my lands, Krista! When Tad said that to me, he meant YEARS from then! (of course, we weren’t married at the time.)
Swings!! Yes!! HIGHER AND HIGHER!
I’ve always had a thing for a brand new box of crayons.
But also, this may sound odd, climbing Old Rag Mountain in Virginia. I hiked it as a child and love that reaching the summit makes me feel like a kid again.
Crayons, again, for the win :). We can ALL be artists w/a box and some paper….
It doesn’t sound weird at all to me; associations from our youth have that magical way of connecting us to a place in time. I totally get it :).
Um what? No photo of YOUR pigtails? Disappointed… 😉 Believe it or not I put my hair in pigtails a couple of years ago…I’m 62 ha ha ha (That is an ‘older’ peoples ‘LOL’) People say I don’t look my age…but they don’t say I look 6… Aren’t we all just kids at heart? No matter how old we are and what we look like, we never get ‘old’ on the inside. I wore braids when I was little…I’m doing braids tomorrow. 😉
I don’t think everyone is a kid at heart; those are the folks I feel sorry for. For those of us who DO understand what that means…we’re granted a special favor of sorts.
I LOVE that you’re wearing braids TODAY!!
I love this idea! We had “Crazy Hair” Day at church this last Sunday. Unfortunate for me, I ended up not making it there, but I had planned on wearing… you guessed it… pony tails!
I’m in my 50’s and I haven’t even thought about putting my hair up like that since the days of drill team (which was several years ago!)
So, I’m thinking that this week-end, whilst house cleaning, I’ll give my sweetie the privilege of seeing me sporting a pair of pony tails!
We’ll see how sassy it makes me feel…
🙂 Thanks Robin for inviting us to feel like six year olds again!
My hair has always been short so pigtails are out. To feel like a kid again all I need to do is put on some 50-60s rock music and dance my heart out.
Having a good old fashioned pillow fight with hubby always cheers us up!
I am very disappointed that there is no picture of you in pig tails here. Boo hoo!
When I get home at night, I like to pick up my hair with a clip, and I look very similar to Pebbles from the Flinstones. I like to think of Bruce as Bamm Bamm. 🙂