That dreaded time has come: I’ve been faced with the challenge of being ‘hairdresser/makeup artist’ for my own offspring. We in the beauty industry know that this can sometimes be challenging, given that as ‘parents’, we know absolutely nothing, couldn’t tell fashion if it hit us in the face, and are complete and total idiots. As ‘hairdresser/makeup artist’, I have a nice, long list of folks I’ve been able to please, even for formal occasions like dances and weddings. Somehow I was more nervous about dolling up my own child, whose hair I could brush and style in my sleep, and whose face I could draw from memory, if needed.
Pooh is twelve, and in the seventh grade. I guess I should have known that things like dances and social events would begin to become a priority for her. I guess I should have seen it coming, and been somewhat prepared for this. I wasn’t. She actually could have gone to this same dance last year, but I didn’t even consider it. I just didn’t see any reason for an eleven-year-old to be out living it up at a BOY/GIRL dance. Yes, adults do chaperone, as the annual Jr. High Christmas dance is held at the local country club, but that just didn’t help for me. I wasn’t ready, and I’m not sure she was, either.
This year was a different story. She was ready (I wasn’t!!!!), all of her friends were going (so if they jump off a bridge are you gonna do it, too???), and she even had a friend offering to pick up her ticket for us (that’s what sealed the deal…no way I was standing in that line at 8 am on a Saturday morning to buy a ticket!!!) Coach and I relented, found her a pretty dress, and forked up the $15 for a ticket. We went shoe shopping, and then I set about the task of figuring out how I was going to have time to do her hair and makeup. I’ve been in this biz 18 years, so I don’t go un-booked for these kinds of events!
Pooh gave me instructions on her hair, and let me do my thing on her makeup. I was so glad for that, because I wanted her to love her hair, and knew that she was clueless when it comes to makeup. She hasn’t expressed any desire to wear makeup yet, and hasn’t had much interest in even playing around with it yet.
So here she is, beautiful… and looking very grown up.
She was so nervous, y’all! I was more nervous, y’all! Our new/not-so-new nail tech, whom I’ve mentioned before and am now naming “Vroom-Vroom” (she likes Harleys, and also moves at a speed of 300mph at all times) even did her nails!! Vroom-vroom also did me a proper, and called me out when I was snapping at Pooh and letting my nerves get the best of me! I’m so thankful for good friends!
Pooh has some good ones, too! No, make that GREAT ones! They had a ball!
Ok, so this post was more about showing off my gorgeous daughter and crying on your collective shoulder over her ‘coming-of age’ than it was about hair and makeup, but the pictures can do the talking for that. I survived the ‘job’, she loved her look, and boy, did she have a great time!
Next year, Pooh gets the first slot on my appointment book! Hopefully, we’ll both be less nervous and I’ll be less snappy. Hopefully, we’ll survive the next several years of dances, parties, proms……omigosh, I’m going to go cry and eat chocolate now, BECAUSE TIGGER IS NEXT!!!