I tried not to make too big of a production of it, because I didn't want the Impertinent Daughter to freak out and hide. After all, this was a big step for her, my wild tomboy daughter who doesn't think she's pretty (must be genetic, I swear). First date, first time wearing makeup, first time wearing a dress and heels in public where it didn't involve a cosplay... all pretty huge steps for her.
So, she went to prom with a boy she's known since sixth grade, whom we will call "Toast Boy," because I crocheted a scarf for him that looked like joined pieces of toast with pats of butter on them. He still wears it, I understand.
I had made an appointment at the salon we habitually go to for her to have her hair, face, and nails done (for which I am extremely grateful, because while I could have done her makeup, her hair would have probably broken me), so Saturday afternoon, that's where we went.
Now, salons in a small town are somewhat different from those in larger towns. And I say this having grown up in Houston and having gone to small neighborhood salons. You get to know the stylists, and some of the regulars, you chat and all, but you don't get to really know them.
In a small town, where everybody knows everybody, and knows everybody's business, it's a whole new ballgame. You know the stylists because their kids go to school with yours, or played soccer with yours, or you know the same people. Or you had to serve on the same parent volunteer groups at school. Or your kids are in band together. Or they live down the street from you. So, you go in with your kid, and they already know what they're going to do to her and you'll hear them say things like, "I've been waiting to do your hair for prom for x number of years!!" or "I can't believe you're old enough to go to prom! I gave you your first haircut when you were so small, you had to sit on two phone books just so I could reach you! That was just last week, right?"
I heard a lot of that from the other girls getting their hair, nails, and makeup done, because, of course, small town, only one high school, of course the salons were packed with girls (and guys) getting ready for prom! And a couple of the stylists, who I am shocked to now realize I have known for ten years, came over to chat with me and check on Miss Impertinent's progress.
What you need to know is this...