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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:42 am
Irish dancing pre-wigs. Ragtime girl.Bloomers.No talent, no trophy.
Debby saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:44 am
Talked on the phone all night long, long extension cord
Alison saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:48 am
Bless 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:53 am
Girls softball. Olden days. Jeans. T-shirt. Glove. Cheap.
carson saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:57 am
Smoking pot under town park bridge. No parental involvement required.
Tiffany saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:58 am
Acting. Realized shorts are needed under dresses – boys are BAD!
kate saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:58 am
britches, boots, hardhats and jackets. oh yeah, and a horse.
Beth saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:58 am
Children’s choir. Uniform ironed, rehearsals in far-off places without parking.
Bobbie saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:02 am
Skated on pond out back – skates were never even sharpened!
BossysMom saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:05 am
Should’a been school work. Pencil, light, chair, would’a been nice.
FL Liz saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:08 am
Horsie. Sister allergic. Changed clothes at washer upon home re-entry.
BOSSY saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:10 am
Hanging at music store with older musicians. Wore leg warmers.
BossysMom saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:10 am
See, BossysMom doesn’t know what curriculum means.
BOSSY saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:12 am
Ballet, quit, Art, quit, Piano & Flute, Quit, Drums, yeah quit.
Joie saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:13 am
French 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:13 am
There was that one thing at Star Garden… nah, quit.
karen l saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:14 am
Piano lessons. Teacher would CUT MY FINGERNAILS!! At.my.lesson.
Meredith saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:19 am
80’s teenager, everything involved neon clothing, tons of Aqua Net.
kristin @ going country saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:19 am
Ballet, tap, soccer, baseball, hula, band, track . . . parents deserve medals.
RuthWells saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:22 am
Dance, baby. Tap shoes, character shoes, jazz flats, toe shoes.
BOSSY saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:23 am
Does watching the Rockford Files count as a sport? No?
RuthWells saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:23 am
Singing. Needed long black skirts for concerts. Mom sewed them.
suzanne saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:23 am
Piano then Pot. stuck with pot MUCH longer. Explains things.
RuthWells saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:24 am
Theatre. No equipment, but wrecked Mom’s car after rehearsal once.
BOSSY saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:25 am
Named Best After-school Cheesesteak Eater in the whole city.
BOSSY saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:26 am
No time for sports; watching Brady Bunch reruns multiple times.
leslie saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:26 am
Basketball-then $$ for years of therapy from running opposite direction during every game!
SnowWhite saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:27 am
Ballet, Tap, Jazz, Voice, Theatre…..overflowing smelly dance bag!
Just Shireen saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:31 am
5am practice. Swimmer parents impatiently await daughter receiving driver’s license.
Janice saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:44 am
Violin, piano, flute, orchestra and theory. Classes every single night.
Martie saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:44 am
Drama. One-act plays. Costumes. Lines. Lines. Drama. Annnd comedy.
Shelley saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:45 am
Marching band. Wool uniforms. In Arizona. Sweaty, stinking plus saxophone.
GK in MI saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:49 am
Horse showing – Parents financed and hauled to show every weekend.
Leah saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:49 am
Come home, eat Oreos, do homework, clean room, start dinner.
tina de luxe saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:51 am
Tennis. When opponents tried to cheat, no
hockeytennis mum around.
Patty saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:52 am
Retired soccer mom. Two sons. ER staff knew us well.
Acher saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:55 am
Softball, 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:03 am
Where’s the photo of the finished bun?
Momish saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:13 am
Acrobatics. My mother’s lament. Bruises, breaks and ruined family photos.
vuboq saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:15 am
daisy chain making in right field is a sport, right?
Momish saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:18 am
Ballet. All that money wasted. Still clumsy as an ox.
Kris saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:25 am
Clarinet lessons. Stupid. Wanted to play football with my brothers.
Sewmouse saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:28 am
Library 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:31 am
mom never told me “no underwear under the leotard”. lumpy.
annie_a saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:53 am
practiced tenor saxophone. In an apartment.
Mom, and neighbors = saints.
Dawn in Austin saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:59 am
Total book worm, read all the library books, then Border’s junkie
Kelly saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:06 pm
None, but daughter was synchronized swimmer. Knox gelatin and sequins.
rebekah saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:09 pm
Big hill: house, bottom; school, top. Orchestra+Cello=daily backache.
Tracy saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:13 pm
Ice skating drill team. Skates and sparkly costumes. Broken arm ;-(
anne marie in philly saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:13 pm
not allowed to pursue after-school activities; damn controlling parents!
V. saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:25 pm
Still bearing psychic scars from high school gym class uniforms.
The Casual Perfectionist saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:29 pm
Played both piano and guitar. One was easier to carry.
Stacey Ball saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:30 pm
Swimmer. Speedos, swim caps, towels and goggles. Insert water here.
kimi saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:37 pm
2 years of ballet = ingrown toenails for life. Ouch!
gracielew saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:40 pm
Theatre nut called Thespian!! Youth choir and cosmetology with hair competitions – could have helped with bun!!
Renee in Seattle saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:46 pm
Ice skating. Cute outfit, but required constant reminders to wear underwear.
Ambry saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:47 pm
Competition Cheerleading – gliltter, uniforms, ribbons, & hairspray by the gallon!
Miss Spoken saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 12:52 pm
Mother was a harpy. Bleached walls. Mopped floors. Cinderella, Cinderella.
Gette saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 1:00 pm
Good dance technique does not equal Nazis. Find new class!!
Lizzy saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 1:01 pm
Running shoes, good socks. Because like, I ran and stuff.
Kimi saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 1:08 pm
Flag corps in marching band meant tall, white go-go boots.
leslie saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 1:54 pm
attempted piano lessons–No talent! No motivation
21st Century Housewife saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 1:57 pm
Choir, dancing lessons, and lots of drama — of all kinds.
BOSSY saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 2:08 pm
Negotiating four subways a day left little juice for competitiveness.
Janet saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 2:26 pm
Stray cats turned into house cats before bagged cat litter.
Sofia saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 2:35 pm
Dance, piano, soccer (parents participating), singing, buying all stuffs needed.
rockle saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 3:02 pm
Swim team: goggles, “drag suits,” caps, towels, body issues.
jane saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 3:05 pm
I 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 3:42 pm
I 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 3:44 pm
OH! LOL, I just realized this was a 10-word Tuesday post. Oh, I suck. That’s all.
Jane saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 3:44 pm
dancing..deformed feet and bad joints now!
Deedle saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 3:47 pm
Black plastic ballet case at Art Linkletter’s School of Dance
The H is Silent saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 4:48 pm
Ballet, horsebackriding, lacrosse. After practice snack only thing that mattered.
adria saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 4:51 pm
Studied too many spelling words, just hoping for spontaneous combustion.
Betsy saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 5:39 pm
Had to learn French Braiding for all in the class!
Tami saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 6:03 pm
Band uniforms and shakos. I wouldn’t have dated me either.
delilah the unruly helpmeet saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 6:55 pm
High school Titania’s minion in maillot and tutu. Poor daddy.
mrs. g. saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 7:04 pm
Tap dance recital: dressed like a glittered whore, lots of eyeshadow.
Little Miss Sunshine State saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 7:22 pm
Piano lessons. 8 years, 2 teachers, 10 fingers, 88 keys.
Dharmamama saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 7:26 pm
Like #32, Marching band: heavy wool uniforms, but Carolina heat
Well Read Hostess saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 7:31 pm
BWAH HA HA HA HA
Ballet Bun: Take 2.
Setting: Chez WRH.
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.
wrh who is also apparently a man
Reeb saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 7:48 pm
Oil painting lessons: paint, brushes. Painted bruises on leg once.
Reeb saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 7:53 pm
Played 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 7:54 pm
Not 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 8:10 pm
Parents made me walk from bus stop carrying ski equipment. (wah!)
Liz Dranow saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 8:33 pm
5am swim practices 3 days/week; Dad: early riser, Me: notsomuch.
Chesapeake Bay Woman saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 8:45 pm
I quit the Brownie Scouts thanks to that horrid beanie.
Chesapeake Bay Woman saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 8:45 pm
If watching Match Game were a sport, I’d be pro.
Chesapeake Bay Woman saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 8:47 pm
I quit riding lessons due to the hat and jodhpurs.
Chesapeake Bay Woman saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 8:49 pm
Suffice to say, no martial arts, because that outfit? No.
Chesapeake Bay Woman saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 8:51 pm
Watching Match Game required no outfit and no accessories. Amen.
Sharon saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 8:51 pm
Sadly or happily, I had no extra curricular activities.
Sherra saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 8:56 pm
Played 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:09 pm
Horses. Up at 5 every weekend to compete. Poor Mom!
Cupcake Murphy saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 9:55 pm
Four million dollars in figure skating outfits didn’t equal success.
Amber saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:06 pm
tried many, quite most, stuck with soccer…dad coached us
Victoria saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:17 pm
Ballet. Bobby pins, bobby pins, bobby pins, hair net too.
Zak saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 10:23 pm
Cheerleading, so I could drink beer in bathroom at games.
sugarpie saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:14 pm
Art, scouts, guitar, swimming: no avail! A hoodlum at heart.
Lucia's mom saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:41 pm
Just 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 saysSeptember 15, 2009 at 11:55 pm
My extracurricular hobby was reading; only a library card required.
amyinbc saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 12:26 am
No 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 saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 12:39 am
OT: Less of the nazi’s please
Kelly S. saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 12:41 am
Bookworm. New glasses, and many overdue library fines. Haven’t changed!
Gail K. saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 1:20 am
Library 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 saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 1:26 am
two 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 saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 1:41 am
Ballet, gymnastics, cheer, dance. Parents let me quit. Gee, thanks.
Heidibide saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 2:59 am
Bought my own first skates for $108.62. Wore them OUT.
betty saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 4:24 am
Piano and ice skating, but not at the same time.
The Domestic Goddess saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 9:18 am
piano, dance, sports, girl scouts equals lots of money, y’all.
Enrico saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 1:11 pm
Had to wear dress playing Hugo in Bye Bye Birdie!
janny226 saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 1:44 pm
Marching band rifle line, new handmade costumes requested every year.
Bonnie saysSeptember 16, 2009 at 10:51 pm
Ballet, Modern Dance Company, Performing Arts Highschool, LOTS of driving!
bestmommy saysSeptember 18, 2009 at 12:18 am
You need to change dance studios–prep for weekly classes should not be so stressful! Love my daughter’s dance studio