The day of big hair Kids Activities Blog

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The 80s was MY hair decade. No matter how I did my hair, it resulted in big hair. Big hair was socially acceptable. Big hair was celebrated. Big hair was IN. I was in big hair heaven. Then came the 90s and so I did what any self-respecting big hair girl had to do… I moved to Texas. Big hair was socially acceptable. Big hair was celebrated. Big hair was IN. But even in the land of big hair, eras end. Thankfully, a little invention called the straightener teamed up with massive amounts of hair product to allow my normal-size-challenged hair to be…well, normal sized. But each year when Halloween rolls around, I seem to gravitate back to my big hair roots (get it? It is a hair joke!) and find some reason for backcombing. Last year it was as an 80s Bridesmaid.

This year I went as Grease’s post-makeover Sandy. Might I add that I am much more BEFORE Sandy than AFTER…big hair is pretty much all I have in common with AFTER Sandy. I called up Splurge Salon and begged Jenna to help me aspire to this:

Before she started she had one question…

Do you have the pants?

Yes. I have the pants.

And so she proceeded.

Nice!

Very nice.

Oh, except it was BIG and it was only 2 pm…

My costume party wasn’t until 7. I had BIG HAIR for the rest of the day. I skipped the errands I had planned because my hair was too big. Skipping errands because your hair is too big is totally legitimate.

The other thing I had planned was to attend the local early evening Tweet Up.

Yes, these are people that only know me online and have NO CLUE that my hair isn’t always big. So, I sent out a warning tweet:

The good news is that by the time of the Tweet Up my hair-do had a slightly decreased radius.

Oh! And despite my hair, I won the door prize – a brand new Buick provided by GM Texas:

Let me show you my new car!

Ya, my hair isn’t the only thing that won’t fit into it.

I took my new car and drove home to get dressed for the party.

I know Jenna will be relieved to see that I actually do have the pants and didn’t slip on a poodle skirt instead. It was a really fun evening. The next morning I sent out the following message to my long-suffering Tweet Up friends…