Non-traditional gender based style moves have grabbed and held our attention for decades. Annie Lennox and Grace Jones exuded confidence with their gender-bending cropped hairstyles and masculine tailoring. Tilda Swinton has confused and delighted our sense of traditional gender-based style preferences over and over again. David Bowie in the Labyrinth blew our minds……
More from my favorite androgynous hairstyles of today, on Refinery29. Check it!
Can I just say “shwing” for Chloe Sevigny and her style and her hair and her everything. Let’s celebrate this woman for the rest of time.
The other night, we had tea and braids night at my house. It was an excuse to quietly bond with my kids before bedtime. It doesn’t happen often that we get to hang out together, quietly doing projects. Key word quietly. My daughters know how to use their voices.
I have been teaching Marley to sew, a skill that I have collected in tidbits from both my parents, and both my grandmothers. My mom and her mom were very dedicated to following patterns. My dad and his mom were quite bold when it came to winging it and sewing by hand.
I consider my rudimentary sewing skills to be some of the most treasured practical skills that I have. Marley can now thread a needle, knot the thread, make stitches, and tie off the stitches at the end. I recently tried to throw away a tattered old pair of her underwear that had holes, but she insisted on mending them instead. She now proudly wears them, and I proudly pretend I am Caroline Wilder, raising pioneer children. Next stop, making balloons out of pig-bladders to play with. Simple pleasures!
Also, Marley mended a gaping hole in one of her favorite blankets, then tore out the stitches, deciding she liked it much better with the hole.
While she sewed, I brushed and braided her hair, which is like fine spiders silk but as dense and pale as pound cake. In the back ground, an uninterested fairy with droopy wings pretended to be the princess of the puppies.
For fun, I wrapped Marley’s dutch braid into a bun and pinned it with my incredible long steel 2 prong pins that I am obsessed with. I get them from an online shop called Mennonite Maidens. You should seriously check these chicks out.
Do you have daughters or long haired sons? Tea and Braids is a lovely evening-time bonding tradition for children and their parents. My girls love having braids in their hair, and then mermaid-y waves for the days following.
For Halloween this year, Marley was a vampire witch, and Selah was a ballerina. I was thankful for our big costume trunk, and all the times it has covered our asses when we needed a costume in a pinch.
Our costume chest is so full of random things passed down from friends, from my closet, from grand parents, clothing swaps you name it. It is a lovingly curated collection of perfectly shabby and colorful sparkly tattered randomness.
So between that, and Marley’s ingenious skills with colored construction paper, tape and safety scissors, we had our Halloween bases covered this year.
Jonny did makeup, ( He nailed it!) and we took the kids trick or treating in the pouring rain, along with my dad who was dressed as ‘backwards man’ for the 32nd year in a row! We are creatures of habit, some of us.
On another note, I already told you that I shlobbed my hair, right? Well, I did. I cut the back of my hair up into a bob, and have been chopping at it constantly since, stuck in a loop and trying to cut my way out.
This is especially alarming to my poor dear Jonny, who had believed my staunch promise from a few years back that I was ‘growing out my hair, until it covers my boobs. And THEN we can get married.’ I guess what I forgot to mention that there is nothing like a minor hair transformation when you are feeling stale and nothing trumps that. I certainly can’t blame him for feeling disappointed. But in this case, it had nothing to do with my commitment level to him. Love ya, J. You drive me cray cray but you are my cray J.
I had a conversation the other day with Marley who is 7 about feedback and how important it is. It was within the context of her report card, which she interpreted as criticism and I explained to her was actually a great look at what you are excelling at, and the places you can do better.
I have been trying to give her “feedback” that is constructive, to demonstrate the importance of not taking it personally when someone believes in you, that you can do a better job.
She found me in the bathroom last week, brow furrowed, trimming furiously at my hair. She said to me “Mom! stop cutting your hair. Seriously. You look fine. That is my feedback to you.”
While gazing into the future the other days with my cool new Futureyes glasses, I saw my old Hole baby clips that I got when Hole released Live Through This. All of a sudden, I missed my baby clips so bad that it hurt. I knew in my heart that my once colorful and epic collection of tiny plastic hair clips was no longer existent and that I had carelessly let them scatter into the dark corners of existence as we passed through the nineties.
I read an article the next day that was something about ’90’s fashion statements that should stay in the 90’s’ and baby clips were on the list. ‘This is absurd!’ I choked into my coffee. Baby clips were the sweet sly smile on the big middle finger of the RiotGrrrl movement. They reminded us that we were still females, and had once in fact been innocent female children. Baby clips, like my Doc Martin boots, meant everything to me in the 90’s and I am completely in favor of them coming back.
I decided that it was time to dig around and see if I could round up some of those classic-style clips that we all remember. Between my daughters dress up trunk, some old purses, and Ebay, I found the following…….he triple daisy, ponies, the bow, dragonfly, the one that looks like corn, and a couple simple barrett style ones and a few other randos.
I gazed over my new baby clip collection with a heart bursting with pride and happiness as if I had just birthed kittens, and decided the only thing missing now was my sparkly nail polish. Something you should know about me is that I have an impractical obsession with sparkly nail polish and consider it an instant fix for anything boring or dull or scratched.
Here is a list of things that I have painted with sparkly nail polish.
-My blue vinyl Converse All stars that I decided looked too much like clown shoes. Nothing some sparkles won’t fix, though.
-My first snowboard. It was fully decoupaged with images from magazines and sparkles.
-Sunglasses. Just the rims!
-My first Nokia phone. Pink, and sparkly.
-The toes of my Doc Marten boots. They were really scratched up.
-My pencils and pencil sharpener. Duh.
-My lips once, as an ‘experiment.’ I don’t recommend it.
Here is a list of things that I have seriously considered painting with sparkly nail polish.
- My first car.
-My brothers face while he slept.
-My step-mothers everything, just to piss her off.
The 90’s were magic.
Needless to say, I painted sparkles on some of my baby clips, but not all of them. Mostly just the smooth barrett ones. Then, I arranged them all together and checked them out through the portals of my Futureyes glasses, just to marvel at their beauty.
Then, I spent a fun little half hour in the warm fall weather, arranging my hair with baby clips in different ways and getting excited to start rocking them again, in real life.
Babes, can we bring back baby clips together here at HTHG? Do you still have yours? I would love to see them. Feel free to share your baby clip pics on Instagram and hashtag them #babycliprevival