Degrassi Rocks the Band

As my roommate and I watched Degrassi High (the old skool one, of course) today for our Brunch-xtravaganza we noted how they really knew how to rock the Band. Maybe this is where the original inspiration came from. And it was subliminal all along. Who knew? All I can say, is if I can rock the 'band like Lucy while speaking out for woman's causes, I will be totally content with life and won't have to resort to actions taken by a certain puffy-shirt-wearing, dramatic-making, fake French pretentious name-having crazyface.

Sunglasses: The Transitional Headband

Well the wet is gone so I am beginning my transition out of headbands. Luckily it has been a sunny day so I have had help. But when that sun sets, I will be headbandless for the first time in 22 days. Here goes nothing!

Weather Alert

Well, folks we might be running the headband marathon for a while to come. With the wet weather my hair can only really exist bond with the band. So, until clearer skies, onwards, Headbandathon!

Headbands in the "News"

Liz tipped me off to this groundbreaking news article about headbands. I have to admit that although I thoroughly enjoy the show in question (uh, did you see the last episode?? I mean, they went there in a way I thought only Degrassi was capable of!) I am a little upset to be part of a trend. However that blue sparkly band that Jenny rocked in a recent episode is a real thing of beauty.

Day 20 of solid headbandin'! I will probably break the cycle soon. I'm wondering though, will it count if I don't wear one all day, but just at night? If it would count, we can keep this thing up FOREVER!

Day 17 and Counting!

Can you believe it? Day 17 of straight banding it! Oh man! I am really doing a thing. Look out!

My only concern right now is worrying that all this headband heaven might cause me to lose a little strip of hair. Only time will tell!

An Instructional Blog Post

It is true that there is more than one way to wear a headband, however there are also plenty of ways not to wear one. Here is a photo of Liz displaying one of the ways not to flaunt the band:



It was left up to me to teach that band a thing or two about where it belongs on a person's body.

"Headband! You get off of that wrist this second and get back on that cranium!"

You know headbands. Sometimes they just need a strong hand to get them back on the head.

Meet the Bands: Mossy

Mossy

Mossy is the intellectual of the bunch. One can most often find this little lady with her head buried in a book or writing in her journal. This cultivated crackerjack loves spending her Sunday mornings with the New York Times, a cup of coffee, and the gentle din of NPR in the background. Our little thinker!

It's Not Just Me, You Know

No way, man - this headband thing is spreading like wildfire! Don't believe me? See for yourself, and read their totally forhonesttruthytruthfulnesstimes* testimonials:

"Before I discovered headbands, my headskin would just flap around as I bounded about town. And let me tell you, that kind of flabby-headed stigma is not what a recent Midwestern-transplant to the big city needs. But now with headbands, I feel totally taut and ready to take on the town!"
Craig Goodman, Fancypants-Cooking Student


"(Cough, cough), sorry i just had an unrequited love in my throat . . . for headbands!"**
Liz Calvert, Playwright Student


"Haven't you heard? The gentle squeeze of a headband on your head activates the Tricksey Lobe, which, in turn, fires neurons to the taste buds making $8 bottle of wine taste like $25 bottle of wine! No, I'm serious. Listen, I work with molecular biology all day - I know this sh*t."
Kimberly, Serious Smartypants Almost Doctor Genius

But don't just take their word for it! Go out and get one and try it for yourself. Don't have the time or energy to go out and buy, just cut off a sleeve from an old t-shirt. That was my gateway-band back in college. And look how far I've come:

So get headbanded already!

*"forhonesttruthytruthfulnesstimes" is obviously a made-up word that means "totally made up by me for my blog."
**I cannot take credit for this genius quote; it was all Liz! Well, except for the part about headbands.

Meet the Bands: Poppycock!

PopPycOck!

Poppycock! is an insatiable, fun-loving fool filled to the brim with frivolity. But watch out - Poppycock! can bring the sass like no other Band! We're pretty sure that Poppycock!'s seams are made of Irish whiskey because if you happen to catch Poppycock! at the wrong time then Look out! That li'l orange Band will have its ductile dukes up before you can say, "Hearts, stars and horseshoes!" But isn't that the charm of Poppycock!?

I Really Give a Damn About Headbands

Tonight while on the phone with my BFF, I was overheard very seriously explaining, and I quote, "You can't make a headband too utilitarian; it has to be just utilitarian enough."

I think I am taking this headband thing more seriously than I originally intended.

So Slippery Slope of Spherical Skull Sashes, apparently you got me hooked. I admit it. I'm ready to go steady with you.

HEADBANDS 4EVER!!

I have been telling myself that I have gone headband-crazy for no other reason than that they are totally awesome. And I told myself that I wouldn't search for the deeper meaning, but I would instead continue to ROCK the headband and bask in its bountiful pigmented elasticity. But. . . the deeper meaning surfaced regardless so I might as well let it out:

It was this morning while talking to my roommate about the (dare I say it?) downside of the headband when I realized that the headband held deeper purpose in my life. She was explaining that she can don the band for only so long before it starts giving her a headache. As I listened, I adjusted Dandy Lion, the particular h'band I had selected for the day, to sit just right on my head. Today is Day 9 for me in straight-h'bandin' days. And so I thought, my head is bigger than my roommates and so obviously my head is being squeezed just as much if not more. It would therefore stand to reason that my head would too ache. So why do I continue to squeeze my big ol' head day in and day out? And that's when it occurred to me that the pain is part of the appeal.

The last few weeks my boots have been a particular kind of heavy - perhaps steel, I would say. And in dealing with these boots, I think I fell back to thinking of the way my loving and caring grandmother, Honey, used to help me when I was in pain: she would pinch me really hard somewhere else on my body, saying, "See - now that first thing doesn't hurt so much, does it?" And since she was such an adept pincher, she was usually right.

I think that my girding of my head for over 12 hours straight each day, everyday is my own little long-lasting pinch.

Thank you Dandy Lion and all of your beautiful, sadistic brethren! Where would I be without you? This one's for you!



*roommate/Operation Headband co-founder/the real inspiration behind it all