She claims Meg picked it out. That she tried to dissuade her from getting a headband with a planet attached. That she pointed out all kinds of tasteful, understated headbands, but that Meg wouldn't budge. That walking out of the store without that lavender abomination would have caused a fit that possibly would have ended with Meg exploding, and certainly would have ended with her mad at Grandma. That my Mother, the woman who is unswayable, was swayed.
I don't buy it.
I think this is just the opening salvo in my Mother's war of revenge.
I was not an easy teenager when it came to clothing. I wasn't my sister (that's a tale for another time -- a dark, Gothic tale) but I definitely didn't want to wear what my Mom picked out. I liked overalls with holes in them, and big baggy white t-shirts. For two whole years I only wore one earring: a silver female symbol. I liked bandannas. Hey, it was the early 90's. Lots of people were dressing this way. My Mother just couldn't believe I was one of them.
I can't believe she's been plotting for 20 years.
I can only picture what's coming next. Dresses with enormous bows! Patent leather shoes! Sparkly earrings! (gasp) TUTUS!
If Meg ends up a cheerleader I will know the war is lost.
I should probably call my lawyer now -- just to be safe.