December 30, 2014
My Instead: I did a makeover on my
granddaughter Abbey.
After yesterday’s horrendous happenings
involving a runaway grandson, my grandparenting pool was drained. But it was Tuesday, as
well as, my turn to watch my grandkids Abbey and Andy while their mom went to
work. Fortunately, I had some time to regroup because my daughter-in-law
Shaundra first dropped the kids off at 11 o’clock. By that time, I was ready
for the next round!
The odds were a little more even today since
there were only two – unlike four of them the night before. I planned for it to
be a “stay at home” kind of day. They are at the ages that they are happy just
doing different things with Grandma around the house. We went downstairs and
played merry-go-round with my office chair and tossed a few bean bags around.
Upstairs, we played some music on the keyboard and “flew” on the bottom of
Grandma’s feet. Then I suggested to Abbey that we do a makeover on her. I
explained to her what that meant and she was curious enough to agree with another
one of her grandma’s insteads.
I gathered my supplies and sat Abbey up
on my bathroom counter. I applied a small amount of black eyeliner to her
eyelids. As I put some liner underneath her eyes, she turned around and looked
in the mirror. She said vehemently, “Grandma, you’re making me look like a
zombie!” I think she was starting to have her doubts about this whole process.
When I was done with the eyeliner, I took a Q-tip and wiped some of the excess
off.which made Abbey feel a little less scary.
As I continued with the metamorphic
process, Abbey slowly acquiesced to it all. She kept sneaking peeks in the
mirror like one would waiting for that pot to boil. When I finally finished
with her face, it was time to tackle the hair. I dampened it to get rid of her
“bed head” and because her hair was baby fine, I was able to quickly blow it dry. A can of
hair spray was my next weapon. I asked Abbey to bend over as I generously
sprayed her golden strands. As she lifted her head and saw her hair was four
times its normal size, we both started laughing until our sides ached. Then
deciding that this new hairdo did not fit her face, she immediately smoothed it
back down with her hands. I tried to change her mind and encourage her let it
be, but the old Abbey wanted out. Oh, well.
Later, when Abbey, Andy and I were
munching on some veggies and dip, my mind lingered on getting that “after”
photograph of Abbey with the full coiffure. I hinted to her that I still wanted
a picture of her with the hair and she ranted a firm “no”. This called for some
bribery…five buck ought to do it! And it
did! Abbey relented and endured the dreaded hairspray again. I sprayed, picked
and pouffed. By the time I was done with her, I had a very young Carol Channing
standing before me. We went back into the kitchen where the lighting was
optimum. There is where I transformed from makeover artist to photographer to take some pictures. Abbey, however, somehow remained my sweet little granddaughter.
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