Don’t tell me you don’t panic when the kids come home hollering, “Tomorrow is crazy hair day! Tomorrow is crazy hair day!” And you’re like, “Wha? Because we just came off of some big dress-up holiday, didn’t we?” And all of a sudden, it’s in front of you – a compacted version of Halloween (lasting 6 hours instead of 6 months) – and me, gnawing my nails trying to get the kids to commit to an idea (a simple idea, mind you) that won’t require us to wake at 5am just to tackle the ‘do. (Speaking of Halloween, I have yet to post our project from that whole event… soon, ye shall see.)
But this year, it went off without a hitch. I don’t know how, I don’t know why. But I am thanking my lucky stars that with just a couple of minutes of cutting and gluing and a little boy who literally rolled out of bed with hair almost purposely fashioned for the day, we needed just 10 extra minutes to get out of the house in full getup this morning. And they looked so darned cute that I just had to get this post up immediately (in case any of you have this sneaky little unmarked holiday unexpectedly jump out at you in the next, couple of weeks).
I spent not a dime here – not even on the hair coloring. I simply rooted around my art supply room and dug up some old pastels. I dipped the cobalt blue in water and, voila!, instant hair paint. Color it in, spray it up, it lasted ALL day. My guy was stoked. And get this: it washed out like a dream (I’m not sure that hair paint is quite so friendly?). The surfboard was from a toy car and I hot-glued a bobby to the bottom. Next year, I’ll paint that army guy white – once we trimmed all the inappropriate accessories and glued him on, the dude looked like he was just shreddin’ the gnarl but totally preppin’ for a wipeout. It was perfect. (I had to look those surf terms up, by the way. I’m really not that cool.)
The cupcake wrappers (2 on each side of my girl) were just trimmed, removing the base circles and glued together to increase the diameter to fit the bun (albeit smaller than your average-sized cupcake anyway). The candles were stuck right into the center of the hair band. She insisted on attaching ‘flames’ so we didn’t actually have to light the candles and have her sent home on account of breaking fire code. Come to think of it, I should have painted her buns pink like her favorite frosting. Oh well, another ambition for next year.
And here you have it, Cupcake and Ripcurl. Craziest-haired kids I’ve ever seen.