Isabelle wears her hair in two ways: completely down and in a ponytail. Occasionally, she’ll let me give her a French braid, but she doesn’t like the time it takes for a braid. I am her at-home hairstylist since her curls are too much for her to handle.
Yesterday morning, she decided that she was going to wear her Halloween costume to our synagogue’s Purim Carnival.
“Nice to give me zero notice about this,” I remarked.
“So?” she asked.
“Your wolf ears headband only stays on your head if your hair is pulled back in a ponytail when it’s wet the night before.”
“Look in the mirror and tell me how I’m supposed to get your hair into a ponytail.”
Isabelle peered at her reflection. Her curls were wild. Sure, I could tame them, but not enough to create a ponytail.
Isabelle gave me a lip-service apology and asked me if I could try.
“I can’t do a ponytail, but how about we try your hair half-up and half-down. I can use bobby pins to keep it in-place like Krystle showed us at your last haircut.” (Her hairstylist showed me how to pin it back half-up and half-down to give me an idea for Isabelle’s Bat Mitzvah, which is a few months away.)
“Okay,” Isabelle said. “Let’s try it.”
I did my usual wet-down-and-apply-conditioner routine to Isabelle’s hair. Then I twirled sections of her hair and pinned it back. Finally, I put the wolf ears headband in place so she could wear her wolf costume to the carnival.
Isabelle returned from Hebrew school and reported that the headband didn’t stay in place during the Purim Carnival. Isabelle must’ve liked her hair like that since she said, “Can you do my hair like that for school tomorrow?”
“I’d be happy to so long as you’re ready to go by 7:25 AM. Otherwise, I won’t have the time to do it.
Isabelle was ready by 7:20 AM, which was shocking since she moves like a turtle after eating breakfast most mornings. I met her upstairs and started the wet-down-and-apply-conditioner routine. Then, I retrieved the bobby pins and created a partial up-do again. She looked in the mirror and seemed delighted.
“I think we have a winner of a hairstyle for your Bat Mitzvah,” I told her.
Now all I have to do is learn to hide the bobby pins in her hair and find her a beaded wire kippah between now and the big day.