the mother cupcake has an inordinate enthusiasm for ponytails. i think largely because a decade of short hair has allowed her only the stubbiest of stubby tails and endowed the unattainable, full-blown pony with a magical aura of which it would otherwise be deprived. because, along with headbands and clip-on-earrings, ponytails are not among the most pleasant of feminine wiles. it's kind of like being bridled and that kind of hurts.
the father cupcake loathes ponytails and long-hair in general. he has a one syllable cluck that instantly communicates his belief that we have strayed into perilous stylistic waters and begun too closely to resemble the british royal family. he gives a cluck and pulls a princess anne face. that's how we know.
my own hair journey has been an extended groundhog day. after the decade of bad hair, i grow it out to a certain length, am suddenly completely grossed out by its length, get it all hacked off and instantly wish it were long again. it's a cycle that i can now complete in just under two years. which it would seem is progress of a sort.
the other night on the phone, most appropriately the very same day she got her hair cut, my mum exclaimed, let's do locks of love! because she then followed that with a nostalgic sigh of i could have a ponytail..., i didn't have the heart to point out that it has taken her ten months to grow four inches of hair. so it would probably be 2009 before she hits the full ten. nor did i mention that were i any less vain, i could probably shave my head, fork over the locks and be done tomorrow.
so now we're supposedly doing locks of love. there's been no swearing or vowing but since a ponytail is involved, i can't imagine it could be anything less than a certainty. and i guess the fun part of that, the part in which all of the excitement lies, is that some day in 2009, when my hair is dragging the floor and my mum finally has the ten inch ponytail of her dreams, we'll go get our hair cut together and we'll take it home in a trash bag, knowing that it'll be us up on the shelf behind the 100% HUMAN HAIR!!!! tag. which completely grosses me out. pass the scissors, please.