Kindergarten Fashion Rebel
I was going through my morning ritual of scrambling eggs and scanning bookmarked blogs for new posts (yup – I still bookmark) when I read this post from Whoorl about school photos gone wrong (but really, if that hair is wrong, I don’t know what could be right). Which reminded me of this kindergarten photo of myself…
I wasn’t supposed to be wearing that Smurf bobby pin in my hair. Oh no. I remember that picture day like it was yesterday.
When I left for school that morning, I had the bobby pin in my hand and my mother looked me in the eye and told me explicitly “do not put that Smurf in your hair.” And I didn’t. I kept it in my pocket all morning; even while pulling the little red wagon down to the lunch room to pick up cartons of milk for snack time and all through the chaos of morning recess. Right up until it was time for pictures.
I was standing quietly in line, waiting my turn, when the photographer’s assistant spotted me fiddling with the bobby pin. She and her complimentary black plastic comb made a beeline for me. I saw her coming and tried to stuff Papa Smurf (why I didn’t choose Smurfette, I will never know) back in my pocket but it was too late. She plucked the bobby pin out of my hand, told me how nicely it matched my outfit (that I can’t argue with), and with one swift flick of the comb it was in my hair and she was ushering me in front of the camera.
Don’t let my toothy smile deceive you. I was sweating it.
For six whole weeks, I waited for those photos to be delivered. But let’s face it, I totally forgot about it by the time school was over that day and Papa Smurf was resting comfortably in the pocket of my wool skirt. But the anxiety came back the day pictures arrived and Mrs. Yeckle handed me that flimsy envelope with Papa Smurf giving me the stink eye through the cellophane window.
My mom picked me up from school every day (pretty much until I could drive myself – I don’t do buses) and while I don’t remember trying to hide the photos from her (what was the point? everyone was waving them around), I do remember handing them over reluctantly and hearing her say “whaaaat is in your hair?”
For whatever reason (I suspect it was because the pictures were so damn cute), Papa Smurf and I never did get in trouble and I didn’t go back for retakes. But I still have an affinity for bobby pins.
Is there a good story behind any of your school photos?