Just Like Stevie Nicks

Like the white winged dove…Sings a song…
Sounds like she’s singing…
Whoo… whoo… whoo… Fleetwood Mac

I’m a bad mom.

This post SHOULD be all about my sweet, 6-year-old daughter’s first piano recital where she played Annie’s Song by John Denver with her little feet dangling off the bench because she couldn’t reach the floor.

Look. How. Cute. She. Is.

When she played her selection on stage, I cried with pride and then I clapped and cheered wildly and hugged the guts out of her because I was so stinkn’ proud of her.

And she was proud too.

And it was a great night.

But that’s not what this post is about.

The theme of Annie’s piano recital was rock and roll and every student played a piece from a different decade. Each student also dressed according to the decade of their selection (thus Annie’s flower power dress). Part of the evening’s festivities included a parent costume contest (parents were asked to dress up in their best rock and roll outfits).

And I won for my Stevie Nicks costume. Which would have been great.

If I had been wearing a costume.

As they called my name, I told my son to hush when he pulled at my sleeve and said, “Mom, but those are your REAL clothes!”

I accepted my 2 inch, plastic trophy from Oriental Trading Company with pride. Because I am THAT competative. And I held on to it tightly for the rest of the night, like the dad in A Christmas Story carassing his leg lamp.

It was my MAJOR AWARD.

Even though I didn’t earn it because I didn’t look a thing like Stevie Nicks.

I’ll show you.

Stevie Nicks

Me (later that night - photo taken by Annie!)

I mean, right? Nothing like her. Now had I tried, I could have totally brought Stevie Nicks on. Some white high heeled boots and Ba-bam.

Or Annie’s Hannah Montana wig, black gloves and a red shawl. Pow.

 

 

But I won none-the-less.

Which I think made the mom who intentionally dressed up as a rocker chick and came in second place a little upset.

But I take these moments of glory as they come. I mean, sometimes I try my best at something and it doesn’t work out, other times I wear regular clothes to my daughter’s piano recital and end up winning first place in the costume contest as the lead singer in Fleetwood Mac.

Life in the suburbs of Houston is weird like that.

P.S. Stevie Nicks is awesome and I’m a huge fan. And also, I haven’t been able to stop singing Landslide since the recital.

 

 

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  1. 1

    Gotta love a lady who doesn’t take life too seriously and can roll with the punches. Loved this story. I’m sure I would have loved your daughter’s piano recital, too.

  2. 2

    What a hilarious story! They just naturally responded to your rocker-chic vibe. 😉

    And good for you for accepting the award with grace. Parenting is hard and thankless enough! We have to take our awards whenever we can get them.

  3. 3
    Susan Huhn says:

    Love it! I want those pants of yours!!! Way to cute ~ Yes you need some chunky highlights for your rocker chick image

    • 3.1
      Jennifer Patrick says:

      If I could only find a good salon owner in the area who could be trusted with highlights. Hmmmm……..

  4. 4
    Christine says:

    From the Blogathon – I loved this post! Congrats on your win anyway, and I’d love to have seen the second place winner’s face. Thanks for the laugh!

  5. 5
    Tara says:

    Great story! You had me at MAJOR AWARD. Are you going to put it in the front window?

    • 5.1
      Jennifer Patrick says:

      I’m putting it up right now. But I’m not sure you can see it from the road. Because it doesn’t light up and also – it’s 2 inches high. But you and I will know it’s there!! 🙂

  6. 6
    Babette says:

    HA! I love that the second place finisher was, probably, a bit disappointed…Does that make me mean? But I also love that you embraced this..

  7. 7

    Style trumps all.

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