I think we can all agree, 2020 has not been light on surprises, scares, and suckage. It has been difficult at times to find the joy. Today, in kindergarten, the color of the day was blue. To celebrate, I put three blue scrunchies in my hair. I've worn a different scrunchied ponytail or bun for the past several days. For a while, I was borrowing from my daughter's six dozen stash of colors, patterns, and textures. A few weeks ago, I decided to splurge and get myself two six-packs of assorted colors. There is just something fun about a scrunchy. I'm also baffled at how happy I am about them. A year ago, I would have thought a scrunchy looked ridiculous in my hair. Perhaps they still do, but for whatever reason, my lens has changed, and I see fun, happy hair when scrunchified.
Maybe it's the influence of my daughter. Seeing her enjoy scrunchies the same way I did at her age, perhaps nostalgia plays a role.
I don't make a habit of wearing scrunchies on my arm, but for this post, it seemed like the right move.
Ah, the arm covered with scrunchies! It's a fashion statement that never goes out of style! Of course, I cannot pull this off, but I'm glad that you've got the same fever that your daughter has about the colored hair pieces! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this slice that brings back memories of my own daughters that their colorful hair! :)
Betsy, there is something fun about scrunchies. My 3-year-old granddaughter calls them ponos because they are fun ponytail holders and of course bracelets for her wrists and ankles. I am sure your Kinders loved your colorful wrist. I am writing about poetry today so maybe your kinders would like to make a poem about hair and scrunchies.
ReplyDeleteBetsy, Your students must have loved the object lesson on the color blue. 😊
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