Wednesday, 24 March 2010
I Am Not Amused
Tomorrow, I shall be accompanying the 9 year old and all his fellow classmates to a large outdoor museum. They are learning all about the Victorians this term, and this museum is fab for bringing the 'olden days' to life.
To add to their experience, of course, the evil teachers have told us that not only do the kids have to go dressed in Victorian costume, but the parent helpers do too. Bloody hell man.
So what are the options?
Well, I could go as Jackie Charlton with a lovely comb-over hairstyle, but he's still alive, and definitely not Victorian.
I could blacken my face, and say my hair had been singed away whilst sweeping chimneys.
Concentration camps were in the 2nd World War, so the stripey blue hat's out.
I do have 2 other wigs, as modelled in the photos - one is my longie-darker wig from the wigshop, the other is the Dolly Parton wig from the bottom of 6 year old's dressing up box.