Yeah, Did You Get that Memo?

We’re coming home from running errands Saturday morning when the Husband suddenly remembered it was Picture Day at Elise’s dance studio. Oh yeah.  Picture Day.  Sounded vaguely familiar. What time was it? Oh. 20 minutes. CRAP!

Luckily, we were close to home, so we grabbed her dance bag (complete with dance clothes stuffed in it from her last class) and raced to the studio. 

Amazingly, we got there 5 minutes early, but the tiny waiting room was packed and there was nowhere to change. I asked the secretary if I could just change her right there, in the middle of the waiting room.

“They are supposed to arrive ready,” she said with her heavy Eastern European accent.

Eek. Don’t hurt me.

Feeling ever self-conscious, right there in the middle of the room, I proceeded to pull out the contents of the bag: inside-out crumpled pink tights with mysterious gray markings (mental note: wash tights this month), inside-out crumpled black leotard (mental note: wash leotard this month), and crumpled up ballet slippers.  I looked up stealthily. Good. Luke was distracting people with his sumo wrestler impression.  Then, as I put the first ballet slipper on her, Elise screamed “Ow! Those are too TIGHT!” (mental note: buy larger ballet slippers.)

All while in the middle of the room.  (Hi!)

I also started to notice that all the other girls had their hair in buns.

I whispered violently to the Husband, “Did they say anything about buns?”

He shrugged.

“Their hair is supposed to be up,” hissed Frau, as if reading my mind with her evil mind-reading tricks.

Eek. Don’t hurt me!

So, using my best MacGyver skills, and a few stray bobby pins supplied by the dance teacher, I concocted my impersonation of a bun. Which, unfortunately, left Elise looking more like Don King with an updo. 

Let’s just say I don’t have very high expectations for those photos.