Secretly, I thought they were cute. I first spotted them at one of the specialty kids’ hair salons. Then, I ran into a stunning mom and daughter duo at Corner Bakery (they were joined at the hip as each other’s BFF’s yet they were enviably adorable!).
With my daughter in tow, I proclaimed a “Mommy and Me Day” (her younger sister was in daycare). We commemorated the event with a trip to our local mall (of course!). After a day of shopping, getting our hair curled (at one of the mall kiosks), and eating high caloric non nutritional snacks, we each got a colorful feather put in. Hers was blue (her favorite color) and mine was purple. We both loved them (high five)!
I felt dangerous and rebellious with my purple feather. That was until someone in the office tried getting “something” out of my hair and realized (to her amusement), it was a feather hair extension. A handful of my loyal peers said it looked cute. Sweet as they were, my sixth sense told me they questioned why someone in their late 30’s would succumb to putting a feather in their hair.
A month after second guessing my new look and tiring of my comb snagging the extension, I finally had my hairdresser take it out.
On the other hand (and despite summer long swim lessons in chlorinated water), my daughter wanted to hang on to her furry accessory until the start of school.
The first day of school had come and gone, but no such luck. Then one day, she had a long drawn face. As she approached my car during school pick up, she explained her feather had fallen out. She placed it in her wheeled Justice backpack for safe keeping.
Though I empathized with her feather’s demise, I was elated I could again wash and comb her hair accessory free.
I have laid our feathers to rest in one of my bedroom dressers as a reminder of our summer fad and “Mommy and Me Day”. I’m certain there’ll be many more to come.