No pink curlers and hairspray today…

Today is picture day – for Cheyenne. I am reminded of dozens of other picture days over the years – both my children’s and my own. Cheyenne picked out what she would wear this year for pictures with no consult from me, which is fine. I am on picture day probation anyway for all the times I thought I had the perfect picture day idea and was clearly wrong.

Picture days are not the same as they used to be. Back in the day when I was a kid, school photos were quite a big thing. You had your school photo and photos of big events, holidays and vacations and that was it. Now with digital cameras and cell phones with cameras the magic of the school photo seems to have worn off.

My mother dressed me for school photos all the way through sixth grade. Most of the efforts were disastrous. I know my mother had good intentions, but I can say now with photographic evidence that my mother dressed me funny. She loved to put me in dresses that were loud (perhaps to compensate for my profound shyness as a kid). A red plaid dress needs a certain amount of attitude to pull it off – you either have it or you don’t…I didn’t have "it".

Then there were the shoes. I had special shoes from the orthopedic kids’ shoe store and try as my mother did to find attractive variations for me – they just were not attractive. My strongest recollection is of the burgundy-reddish shoes with the pointy toes…they were the cutest of the lot, but still nothing short of hideous.

Finally, there was the hair…oh my. Every year it was something new, but it always involved those pink sponge curlers that are a pain to sleep in at night (and, I might add, a kid with not enough sleep does not make for the best photography subject). A couple of years I was close to a fro as a result of too many curlers coupled with too much teasing. And then there was the hairspray – by the time my mother was done my hair was like a helmet – gale winds would not have moved a single strand. Between the loud dresses, funky shoes and hair I looked like I was running away to be in the circus most years.

So, my school photos were not idyllic. Alas, knowing no other means by which to proceed as a young mother I traveled down a similar path with my children. I will say that not all of the efforts were disastrous, but there were pink curlers and hairspray – at least for the girls – and I did try and control the outfit selection. After years of effort and some trauma I learned a valuable lesson – kids who are happy with what they are wearing and how they look will express it outwardly in their photo, and it is – after all – all about the smile.

So Cheyenne picked her own outfit for picture day and may or may not wear a headband as I suggested. There will undoubtedly be a big smile on her face and ultimately that trumps all the pink curlers and hairspray efforts.

Day one hundred and eight of the new forty – obla di obla da

CC
 

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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5 Responses to No pink curlers and hairspray today…

  1. Abra La Mente says:

    I was hoping you would have shared a picture or two of your helmet head days.:-) I guess I’ll just have to let my imagination get to work!

  2. HOMD says:

    Yes, dear, we would ALL like to see one or more of those disastrous photos — I’ll bet they’re not nearly as bad as you say!

  3. buffalo gal says:

    My school pictures from sixth grade and on featured my attempts at pincurling my hair plus too often, a scab on my nose or somewhere visible. I was such an ugly duckling.
    Later I suffered thru sleeping on the brush curlers or the big metal ones for a pageboy in college!!! One almost had to dose oneself with anacin or aspirin before you went to bed in those monsters.

  4. Naomi says:

    will never forget my 5th grade pic – mom cut my bangs the night before and just couldn’t seem to get them straight so needless to say the day of pics I barely had any bangs and she put me in a bright orange dress! UGH! Hated those pics, but Dad seems to get a kick out of it cuz he still carries one around in his wallet. Would rather have had the pin-curls or the sponge rollers that night.

  5. PrairieWoman says:

    My mom always cut my hair short and let’s just say that short hair and a tight curly perm did not make for a nice third grade picture.

    I went the way that you did for Cheyenne with my kids. Whatever they chose to wear was fine. As long as they smiled.

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