You may have noticed that most photos posted of Small Z since July feature her wearing her headband. Her most beloved headband. J made one for all the guests at Polly’s party…see following evidence –
…and it has been welded firmly to Small Z’s scone since that time. Except…it used to look like this:
…but now it is losing it’s elastic. And she insists on positioning it RIGHT ACROSS HER FOREHEAD. Not, as you would expect, UPON HER HEAD. My days are spent shrieking, “I WANT TO SEE YOUR EYEBROWS. SHOW ME YOUR EYEBROWS!!”
M ordered a stubby holder from the kindergarten as a Father’s Day fundraiser thing. When he showed it to me I thought he’d bought it to benefit the Very Sick Child that was staring out from the side of it. Whoops! No – that was just Small Z, her headband in the position of ‘recent chemotherapy’.
This is a picture taken two nights ago in the vacant block behind our house. I am not kidding. This headband is taking her over, bit by bit:
The headband is tied into all her other bling. There were four and a half sweet sweet years where she didn’t give a toss about her clothes. And then there were the last three months…she has to wear a dress every day…or perish. It’s worse than that. If she is not wearing a dress or a skirt, she shrieks that (I shudder to type it) she is ‘not beautiful’.
M and I have valiantly emphasised to her that EVERYONE is beautiful (possibly even Tony Abbott…somehow) and that clothes just make people look interesting. And even as I type it, it sounds lame? Right? I need better ammunition, because Small Z is not convinced.
Her regular ensemble of HEADBAND, necklaces, rings, extra headband with butterflies on springs and the ubiquitous dress… Each day, she puts herself together. And each day, when I’m out and about with her, people stop her and inevitably coo, “Oh, YOU look BEAUTIFUL today! What a gorgeous DRESS! I LOVE YOUR OUTFIT!”
Fucking great – the beauty myth is then reinforced with a big FAT TICK. She is stuck in the Catch-22 of putting on the bling and receiving confirmation for her efforts. I cannot even believe this is happening before she’s turned FIVE in a house where there are NO dollies, NO Barbies and Very Little Television. *sigh* I know. I know. It’s just a phase. But if people would just read this article and restrain themselves from commenting on her appearance, I’d be very thankful. Over and out.