So we survived Crazy Hair day on Tuesday which meant yesterday was Rock Star Day.
Sarah informed me on Tuesday afternoon that she wanted to participate in Rock Star Day because her BFF was going to dress up. "Oh really?" was my quiet reply. "What is the old BFF going to wear on Rock Star Day?" I questioned her.
"Um something glittery I think. And probably her boots but I'm not sure." was her less than helpful response.
Something glittery? I guess if you consider Hannah Montana a rock star then glittery fits the bill. But I don't.
I consider Bon Jovi, Def Leppard and Guns N Roses rock stars. Oh I how loved me some metal music in the late 80's and early 90's! And these guys wore lots of black tee shirts, ripped jeans or spandex and tacky scarves. And since it was the late 80's - lots of hair spray in their permed hair. (Oh take me down to Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Oh won't you please take me home. I'm afraid I'm going to be singing this all day now.)
Sarah's tastes land on the pink side of the color spectrum with an occasional foray into purples so I knew there was nothing black in her closet and the only thing with Hannah Montana on it was a pair of pjs that she will be wearing to school on Friday. (Don't even get me started on pajama day.) But we headed upstairs to try to pull together a Rock Star outfit anyway.
I said a quick prayer because my girl is stubborn and she wanted me to run to the store to get her a Rock Star outfit. And I can be pretty stubborn too so the chance for tantrums on both sides was pretty high.
This past weekend my mom got Sarah a pair of shiny red boots from Wal-Mart. Since they were red (and not pink or purple), Sarah patted them tentatively and said "I'll wear them later" which in Sarah speak translates to "I'll never wear these."
So I grabbed the red boots and suggested a mini-skirt to wear with them. We looked through her skirts and found a red one that was covered in pink and purple and white hearts. I then grabbed a pink tee shirt with a pink heart on it and a pair of white tights and said, "Look! You can be a heart rocker! Get it? Heart Rocker? Instead of a hard rocker you can be a heart rocker!"
And then I preceeded to spend the next 15 minutes chuckling at my own pun. I repeated it so often that Sarah told me to "Stop saying that! I hate it when you say that!" Peter however, actually got it (oh how that boy gets me) and laughed.
Sarah was not very happy with her outfit but she wore it anyway.
Yesterday was my day to volunteer at the elementary school so I got to see all the other Rock Stars. There were lots of little Hannah Montannas covered with purple hair, sequins and eye shadow. And there were lots of metal rockers with ripped jeans, black t-shirts and sun-glasses. And there were lots of cowboy boots and plaid shirts. There were even a few Michael Jacksons walking down the halls.
But none of them as cute as my little heart rocker. I love you Sarah. Thanks for putting up with me.