Recently FringeKid and I decided we needed a makeover, so we did what all good Long Island women do – we had ourselves a spa day. Except (trouble naturally accompanies that word) I’m jobless and subsequently broke most of the time. I’m happy to report that I did just receive a chunk of change for adding a small text add to my sidebar. I’m sure I should frame my first dollar earned from blogging, but truth be told, Target is going to get that dollar before too long.
Anyway, spas require payment, so we decided to give each other complimentary facials and hairdos.
I’m not one of those slightly freakish…Can a person be only slightly freakish? …slightly freakish pageant moms who spray a tan on their 4 year old and parade her little baby body around in a bikini, Dolly Parton hair, and false lashes.
If you happen to be one of these ‘slightly’ freakish moms, no offense intended. We all have our opinions, don’t we?
Now that I’ve made enemies, I’ll say that playing dress-up is just plain fun for a kid. What little girl doesn’t want to get into her mommy’s makeup? It’s all fun and games and gets sloshed down the drain after playtime is over.
Notice our pile of archaic audio-video equipment in the ‘entertainment center’? Only recently have we graduated from rabbit ears. Pathetic, I tell ya.
When the makeup switched hands, I started to sweat. It’s as if she were painting the Momma Lisa. FringeKid was intent on creating the perfect look for her mother.