And Now I Want Pancakes

The other day I wore my hair in a bandanna to school.

It blew my students' minds.  

Big Daddy and I had been to a car show in Austin a few days before.  I love to dress up for the shows.   I love the pin-up look. I love the big hair, flawless makeup, the petticoats, the figure flattering dresses, and the femininity of it.  I feel very cute and very girlie when I dress that way.  I love it, and I try to keep a little of it in everything I wear.

Sometimes on the weekend, I wear my hair in a bandanna.  It's easy, low-maintenance, but cute.  The other day, I got up a little late for work, pulled my hair back, and put on a bandanna.  Kind of like the picture I took in Austin.

My kids were freaked out.

"Did you join a gang?"

Nope.

"Do you know you look Aunt Jemima?"

Thanks. That makes me fictional, fat, black, and able to cook awesome pancakes.   Phenomenal.

"You look like that girl from the 50s, Rosie O'Donnell, or something.  You know the one.   She has her arm up like this and she points at you like this."

Rosie the Riveter? Maybe?

"You look like Little Debbie.  From Little Debbie Snack Cakes."

If I had a straw hat and red hair with no bandanna, maybe.  Oh, and if I was NINE.


"Miss?  Do you know who you look like? The Sunmaid raisin girl."

No bandanna.  Red  Little House on the Prairie bonnet, but she does have dark hair. And a basket full of GRAPES.


"Miss, you look exactly like Snoop Dog.  Except he's a Crip so his bandanna's blue and yours is red so that would make you a Blood and he's a guy and you're a girl and he's black and you're not and he does drugs and I hope you don't and he writes rap and you don't.  Do you?  Do you write raps?"

Yep.  I totally see the non-resemblance.

"I think they're all wrong.  You look like one of those cute pin-up girls from a car show," said my  new favorite student ever.

Thank you.  Thank you very much.  I look just like her.   In fact, I *am* her.   Not.               

You know, looking at all those pictures for this post.  I think the first student might have been right.  I do look most like Aunt Jemima.  

*Sigh*