When your mom reads your blog and sees her baby granddaughter posing like a future Sheryl Crow with her hand me down pink plastic electric guitar it’s inevitable that grandma will make a trip to the hometown guitar store happen within 48 hours.
The new acoustic guitar is silver, which apparently is Miss A’s favorite color, or at least that’s what she told my mother. This is news to me as she’s always been a pink or purple girl but I just think she couldn’t go for a red or blue guitar, which were the other options. It still has the handwritten price tag attached and I keep meaning to cut it off but it gives it a kind of Minnie Pearl charm. She also has a black fabric case for it and has been quite serious about zipping it up in the case and taking great care to store her guitar picks in the front zippered compartment.
I thought Miss C might be a tad jealous of her sister’s new prize musical instrument but she seems very much into her own interests—soccer, science, accessorizing, and involuntarily shrieking every time she hears Justin Bieber’s name.
As for the Justin Bieber thing, seriously what is going on WITH THAT? My girls don’t even listen to his music yet there is some sort of mesmerizing force that turns girls under age 8 into shrieking fools every time they hear his name. There’s something suspicious about his hair. I think it’s sending subliminal messages. Yeah, that’s it.
Meanwhile, I’m just waiting for our little rock star to have her own shrieking groupies some day.