I was wrong.
Nobody warned me about teenage girls and bobby pins.
When I was a teenager bobby pins were something that Grandma wore to hold her “set” until her next appointment with Edna.
My mom had some – a remnant of her teenage years in the 1950’s. These were stored in the back of her dresser drawer and pulled out once or twice a year as needed to use in our high school plays.
They were not cool.
They were to be avoided at all costs.
But not any more.
Now they are hot commodities; much needed for the casual “updo” that my girls love.
And they are all over my house.
I find them in every room – on the floor, in the couch, on the counter, on the table, in the sink. I think the girls must shed them as they walk or something since I’ve even found bobby pins in their brothers’ room.
They leave rust stains in the shower, get stuck under the baseboards and have babies in the bathroom vanity. I cleaned out the drawers recently and found enough bobby pins to curl and set an entire nursing home wing.
I guess I should count my blessings.
Like the fact that my girls do their own hair now – and it’s beautiful.
And hey – at least bobby pins don’t hurt like a Lego when you step on it on your way to the bathroom in the middle of the night!