Just who is the Nazi who invented this hairstyle?
Granted, Bossy holds a grudge against any hairdo that isn’t falling out of bed and tah-dah! Bossy has never been good at hair, maybe because she is actually a man.
In whatever case, Bossy’s daughter is taking ballet lessons for the first time this year, an activity she will engage in twice a week after school — not that Bossy’s readers wouldn’t have found out in their own time, as Bossy’s vile curses project over all the land while she tries to wrestle the alligator that is Bossy’s daughter’s hair.
Come along with Bossy as she attempts to create a ballet bun for her daughter. Note: this is a simulation. Bossy’s daughter knows better than to place Bossy in charge of her ballet hair without many days of practice.
The first problem: Bossy had no hair gel to waste use in this bun experiment. Creating a slight breach of etiquette, Bossy moved directly to the rubber band step:
Next it was time for Bossy to begin with the twisting and the pinning and the oyveying:
There was no other recourse than to call in the Delightful One who has been taking ballet a few days shy of forever. The intent was a hands-on tutorial in bunning. She began by twisting:
And then she poked, tucked, stabbed, secured, smoothed, jabbed, and pinned:
It was all over in seconds and then the family stood back and marveled at the plethora of firmly held hair:
Later today Bossy will attempt to recreate this bun, and about that, Bossy can sum up her fear of hair pins in this way: Why couldn’t Bossy’s daughter like soccer? No Nazi hairstyles there.
Which is what today’s Ten-Word Challenge is all about. In exactly ten words, can you tell Bossy about an extra curricular activity you did as a kid and the accompanying garb or equipment you needed, not to mention the changes you put your parents through?
And be sure to check back later today for the extra-ist of all internet curriculars.
Finally, if you missed last week’s Challenge, click here to read what Bossy’s council did on their summer vacations, cleverly summarized in ten words, of course.
km says
September 15, 2009 at 9:42 amIrish dancing pre-wigs. Ragtime girl.Bloomers.No talent, no trophy.
Debby says
September 15, 2009 at 9:44 amTalked on the phone all night long, long extension cord
Alison says
September 15, 2009 at 9:48 amBless my parents’ hearts, I rode horses. Hunters and jumpers. The outfits, the horse shows, the $$$. Plus, since I had no license, the driving back and forth to the barn that my mother had to do… for years! But, but but, some of my best memories are wrapped up in those days.
Meg at the Members Lounge says
September 15, 2009 at 9:53 amGirls softball. Olden days. Jeans. T-shirt. Glove. Cheap.
carson says
September 15, 2009 at 9:57 amSmoking pot under town park bridge. No parental involvement required.
Tiffany says
September 15, 2009 at 9:58 amActing. Realized shorts are needed under dresses – boys are BAD!
kate says
September 15, 2009 at 9:58 ambritches, boots, hardhats and jackets. oh yeah, and a horse.
Beth says
September 15, 2009 at 9:58 amChildren’s choir. Uniform ironed, rehearsals in far-off places without parking.
Bobbie says
September 15, 2009 at 10:02 amSkated on pond out back – skates were never even sharpened!
BossysMom says
September 15, 2009 at 10:05 amShould’a been school work. Pencil, light, chair, would’a been nice.
FL Liz says
September 15, 2009 at 10:08 amHorsie. Sister allergic. Changed clothes at washer upon home re-entry.
BOSSY says
September 15, 2009 at 10:10 amHanging at music store with older musicians. Wore leg warmers.
BossysMom says
September 15, 2009 at 10:10 amSee, BossysMom doesn’t know what curriculum means.
BOSSY says
September 15, 2009 at 10:12 amBallet, quit, Art, quit, Piano & Flute, Quit, Drums, yeah quit.
Joie says
September 15, 2009 at 10:13 amFrench horn. Travel for coaching. Prep H for swollen lips.
Here is another site for ballet buns with a few more helpful hints: http://www.peabody.jhu.edu/data/321/link/1890/bun.pdf
BOSSY says
September 15, 2009 at 10:13 amThere was that one thing at Star Garden… nah, quit.
karen l says
September 15, 2009 at 10:14 amPiano lessons. Teacher would CUT MY FINGERNAILS!! At.my.lesson.
Meredith says
September 15, 2009 at 10:19 am80’s teenager, everything involved neon clothing, tons of Aqua Net.
kristin @ going country says
September 15, 2009 at 10:19 amBallet, tap, soccer, baseball, hula, band, track . . . parents deserve medals.
RuthWells says
September 15, 2009 at 10:22 amDance, baby. Tap shoes, character shoes, jazz flats, toe shoes.
BOSSY says
September 15, 2009 at 10:23 amDoes watching the Rockford Files count as a sport? No?
RuthWells says
September 15, 2009 at 10:23 amSinging. Needed long black skirts for concerts. Mom sewed them.
suzanne says
September 15, 2009 at 10:23 amPiano then Pot. stuck with pot MUCH longer. Explains things.
RuthWells says
September 15, 2009 at 10:24 amTheatre. No equipment, but wrecked Mom’s car after rehearsal once.
BOSSY says
September 15, 2009 at 10:25 amNamed Best After-school Cheesesteak Eater in the whole city.
BOSSY says
September 15, 2009 at 10:26 amNo time for sports; watching Brady Bunch reruns multiple times.
leslie says
September 15, 2009 at 10:26 amBasketball-then $$ for years of therapy from running opposite direction during every game!
SnowWhite says
September 15, 2009 at 10:27 amBallet, Tap, Jazz, Voice, Theatre…..overflowing smelly dance bag!
Just Shireen says
September 15, 2009 at 10:31 am5am practice. Swimmer parents impatiently await daughter receiving driver’s license.
Janice says
September 15, 2009 at 10:44 amViolin, piano, flute, orchestra and theory. Classes every single night.
Martie says
September 15, 2009 at 10:44 amDrama. One-act plays. Costumes. Lines. Lines. Drama. Annnd comedy.
Shelley says
September 15, 2009 at 10:45 amMarching band. Wool uniforms. In Arizona. Sweaty, stinking plus saxophone.
GK in MI says
September 15, 2009 at 10:49 amHorse showing – Parents financed and hauled to show every weekend.
Leah says
September 15, 2009 at 10:49 amCome home, eat Oreos, do homework, clean room, start dinner.
tina de luxe says
September 15, 2009 at 10:51 amTennis. When opponents tried to cheat, no
hockeytennis mum around.Patty says
September 15, 2009 at 10:52 amRetired soccer mom. Two sons. ER staff knew us well.
Acher says
September 15, 2009 at 10:55 amSoftball, volleyball, track, violin, viola, cello, choir, mock trial, Operetta…
(And that was just junior high and high school- luckily I got a car when I was 16, probably because my parents were tired of being my personal taxi. Did you know that violin strings are spendy?)
David says
September 15, 2009 at 11:03 amWhere’s the photo of the finished bun?
Momish says
September 15, 2009 at 11:13 amAcrobatics. My mother’s lament. Bruises, breaks and ruined family photos.
vuboq says
September 15, 2009 at 11:15 amdaisy chain making in right field is a sport, right?
Momish says
September 15, 2009 at 11:18 amBallet. All that money wasted. Still clumsy as an ox.
Kris says
September 15, 2009 at 11:25 amClarinet lessons. Stupid. Wanted to play football with my brothers.
Sewmouse says
September 15, 2009 at 11:28 amLibrary Card = Free. I was a cheap teen.
OTOH, my daughter had the piano lessons (books & teacher fees), the Ballet, Tap, Jazz, “Modern” and Pointe shoes….,
lora says
September 15, 2009 at 11:31 ammom never told me “no underwear under the leotard”. lumpy.
annie_a says
September 15, 2009 at 11:53 ampracticed tenor saxophone. In an apartment.
Mom, and neighbors = saints.
Dawn in Austin says
September 15, 2009 at 11:59 amTotal book worm, read all the library books, then Border’s junkie
Kelly says
September 15, 2009 at 12:06 pmNone, but daughter was synchronized swimmer. Knox gelatin and sequins.
rebekah says
September 15, 2009 at 12:09 pmBig hill: house, bottom; school, top. Orchestra+Cello=daily backache.
Tracy says
September 15, 2009 at 12:13 pmIce skating drill team. Skates and sparkly costumes. Broken arm ;-(
anne marie in philly says
September 15, 2009 at 12:13 pmnot allowed to pursue after-school activities; damn controlling parents!
V. says
September 15, 2009 at 12:25 pmStill bearing psychic scars from high school gym class uniforms.
The Casual Perfectionist says
September 15, 2009 at 12:29 pmPlayed both piano and guitar. One was easier to carry.
Stacey Ball says
September 15, 2009 at 12:30 pmSwimmer. Speedos, swim caps, towels and goggles. Insert water here.
kimi says
September 15, 2009 at 12:37 pm2 years of ballet = ingrown toenails for life. Ouch!
gracielew says
September 15, 2009 at 12:40 pmTheatre nut called Thespian!! Youth choir and cosmetology with hair competitions – could have helped with bun!!
Renee in Seattle says
September 15, 2009 at 12:46 pmIce skating. Cute outfit, but required constant reminders to wear underwear.
Ambry says
September 15, 2009 at 12:47 pmCompetition Cheerleading – gliltter, uniforms, ribbons, & hairspray by the gallon!
Miss Spoken says
September 15, 2009 at 12:52 pmMother was a harpy. Bleached walls. Mopped floors. Cinderella, Cinderella.
Gette says
September 15, 2009 at 1:00 pmGood dance technique does not equal Nazis. Find new class!!
Lizzy says
September 15, 2009 at 1:01 pmRunning shoes, good socks. Because like, I ran and stuff.
Kimi says
September 15, 2009 at 1:08 pmFlag corps in marching band meant tall, white go-go boots.
leslie says
September 15, 2009 at 1:54 pmattempted piano lessons–No talent! No motivation
21st Century Housewife says
September 15, 2009 at 1:57 pmChoir, dancing lessons, and lots of drama — of all kinds.
BOSSY says
September 15, 2009 at 2:08 pmNegotiating four subways a day left little juice for competitiveness.
Janet says
September 15, 2009 at 2:26 pmStray cats turned into house cats before bagged cat litter.
(Poor Mom.)
Sofia says
September 15, 2009 at 2:35 pmDance, piano, soccer (parents participating), singing, buying all stuffs needed.
rockle says
September 15, 2009 at 3:02 pmSwim team: goggles, “drag suits,” caps, towels, body issues.
jane says
September 15, 2009 at 3:05 pmI would shoot myself in the head if my girl child ever did anything requiring a PhD in hairstyling. She can’t walk across the room w/o her hair becoming disheveled. Instead she runs cross country, where the 8th grade girls set her straight at the very first meet: “First of all, don’t worry about your hair when you run cross country. Second of all, everyone’s hair looks stupid when they run.” God bless the sporty-girl mentors.
Ten word Tuesday: Library card. Reading was my world.
Fairly Odd Mother says
September 15, 2009 at 3:42 pmI picked the dance studio my girls go to because: 1) they don’t require buns for anything, not even recitals; 2) the recitals are an hour long; 3) the costumes do not cost more than my entire clothing budget for the year.
It’s a bigger pain to get them ready for soccer than dance.
Fairly Odd Mother says
September 15, 2009 at 3:44 pmOH! LOL, I just realized this was a 10-word Tuesday post. Oh, I suck. That’s all.
Jane says
September 15, 2009 at 3:44 pmdancing..deformed feet and bad joints now!
Deedle says
September 15, 2009 at 3:47 pmBlack plastic ballet case at Art Linkletter’s School of Dance
The H is Silent says
September 15, 2009 at 4:48 pmBallet, horsebackriding, lacrosse. After practice snack only thing that mattered.
adria says
September 15, 2009 at 4:51 pmStudied too many spelling words, just hoping for spontaneous combustion.
Betsy says
September 15, 2009 at 5:39 pmHad to learn French Braiding for all in the class!
Tami says
September 15, 2009 at 6:03 pmBand uniforms and shakos. I wouldn’t have dated me either.
delilah the unruly helpmeet says
September 15, 2009 at 6:55 pmHigh school Titania’s minion in maillot and tutu. Poor daddy.
mrs. g. says
September 15, 2009 at 7:04 pmTap dance recital: dressed like a glittered whore, lots of eyeshadow.
Little Miss Sunshine State says
September 15, 2009 at 7:22 pmPiano lessons. 8 years, 2 teachers, 10 fingers, 88 keys.
Dharmamama says
September 15, 2009 at 7:26 pmLike #32, Marching band: heavy wool uniforms, but Carolina heat
Well Read Hostess says
September 15, 2009 at 7:31 pmBWAH HA HA HA HA
Ballet Bun: Take 2.
Setting: Chez WRH.
And…ACTION.
fyi. in the event that anyone thinks that Bossy has fabricated that list of instructions, and it would be a reasonable idea, not that Bossy is known for fabrication ahem but because it is so preposterous, I have the exact same list and I used many more bad words when negotiating the HAIR pins NOT bobby pins.
love,
wrh who is also apparently a man
Reeb says
September 15, 2009 at 7:48 pmOil painting lessons: paint, brushes. Painted bruises on leg once.
Reeb says
September 15, 2009 at 7:53 pmPlayed Little Women’s “Laurie”. Cherub-cheeked bowler-clad in boy drag.
(I’m sure Mom had to assemble the costume but didn’t have words left to say so.)
Reeb says
September 15, 2009 at 7:54 pmNot that it matters to all and sundry, but my 10th word was ditched the previous post:
Played Little Women’s “Laurie”. Cherub-cheeked bowler-clad girl in boy drag.
confused says
September 15, 2009 at 8:10 pmParents made me walk from bus stop carrying ski equipment. (wah!)
Liz Dranow says
September 15, 2009 at 8:33 pm5am swim practices 3 days/week; Dad: early riser, Me: notsomuch.
Chesapeake Bay Woman says
September 15, 2009 at 8:45 pmI quit the Brownie Scouts thanks to that horrid beanie.
Chesapeake Bay Woman says
September 15, 2009 at 8:45 pmIf watching Match Game were a sport, I’d be pro.
Chesapeake Bay Woman says
September 15, 2009 at 8:47 pmI quit riding lessons due to the hat and jodhpurs.
Chesapeake Bay Woman says
September 15, 2009 at 8:49 pmSuffice to say, no martial arts, because that outfit? No.
Chesapeake Bay Woman says
September 15, 2009 at 8:51 pmWatching Match Game required no outfit and no accessories. Amen.
Sharon says
September 15, 2009 at 8:51 pmSadly or happily, I had no extra curricular activities.
Sherra says
September 15, 2009 at 8:56 pmPlayed outside. No pricey equipment needed.
Side comment on bun hair stress: Have 3 daughters, thank goodness basketball and cross country only needs ponytail. Until darling twins joined military. Both were stressed by the bun requirement. You can always try the “MAGIC BUN” contraption I found on ebay. this summer. I might have an extra one I could send you!
Julie says
September 15, 2009 at 9:09 pmHorses. Up at 5 every weekend to compete. Poor Mom!
Cupcake Murphy says
September 15, 2009 at 9:55 pmFour million dollars in figure skating outfits didn’t equal success.
Amber says
September 15, 2009 at 10:06 pmtried many, quite most, stuck with soccer…dad coached us
Victoria says
September 15, 2009 at 10:17 pmBallet. Bobby pins, bobby pins, bobby pins, hair net too.
Zak says
September 15, 2009 at 10:23 pmCheerleading, so I could drink beer in bathroom at games.
sugarpie says
September 15, 2009 at 11:14 pmArt, scouts, guitar, swimming: no avail! A hoodlum at heart.
Lucia's mom says
September 15, 2009 at 11:41 pmJust wait until the pointe shoes … and the mole skin and those weird elastics you tie around your waist (under the bodysuit in the front) to make the leg holes go higher and look sexier
oh, and the blue eyeshadow and red lipstick
I have a phobia of buns now. My non-English speaking hairdresser did my hair in a bun for my wedding in Portugal (going completely against the messy up-do I’d asked her to do). My mom made her take it all out and boy was she pissed.
Jenn @ Juggling Life says
September 15, 2009 at 11:55 pmMy extracurricular hobby was reading; only a library card required.
amyinbc says
September 16, 2009 at 12:26 amNo 10 words just sympathy as I feel your pain as a mother who survived the ballet phase. I came to HATE dance days as doing their FREAKING hair was such a stressful event.
Me thinks teachers (of expensive a fore said lessons) should teach the STUDENTS how to be responsible for the FREAKING perfect bun.
Thanks, that is all. I feel better.
Elsewhere says
September 16, 2009 at 12:39 amOT: Less of the nazi’s please
Kelly S. says
September 16, 2009 at 12:41 amBookworm. New glasses, and many overdue library fines. Haven’t changed!
Gail K. says
September 16, 2009 at 1:20 amLibrary card, all that was needed to make me happy.
Oh, and Bossy, daughter was right, you were doing it wrong. The rubber band didn’t match her hair. I hate the buns! (Unless of course they are the cinnamon kind.) Luckily, I only have to do it twice a year for my darling one – dress rehearsal and recital!
linda says
September 16, 2009 at 1:26 amtwo of my girls took ballet for years at this very place.. and did ballet performances there where the nazi bun is even more scrutinized… took me a while but I finally mastered the bun.. even the ‘hair pins not showing thing”. let me know if you need help.. and start stocking up on hair gel!
Melanie @ Mel, A Dramatic Mommy says
September 16, 2009 at 1:41 amBallet, gymnastics, cheer, dance. Parents let me quit. Gee, thanks.
Heidibide says
September 16, 2009 at 2:59 amBought my own first skates for $108.62. Wore them OUT.
betty says
September 16, 2009 at 4:24 amPiano and ice skating, but not at the same time.
The Domestic Goddess says
September 16, 2009 at 9:18 ampiano, dance, sports, girl scouts equals lots of money, y’all.
Enrico says
September 16, 2009 at 1:11 pmHad to wear dress playing Hugo in Bye Bye Birdie!
janny226 says
September 16, 2009 at 1:44 pmMarching band rifle line, new handmade costumes requested every year.
Bonnie says
September 16, 2009 at 10:51 pmBallet, Modern Dance Company, Performing Arts Highschool, LOTS of driving!
bestmommy says
September 18, 2009 at 12:18 amYou need to change dance studios–prep for weekly classes should not be so stressful! Love my daughter’s dance studio