Like Mother, Like Daughter

I've always had a flair for the dramatic. Of course, nobody ever really recognized my talent and as a kid I was always cast as hick #8 ('Lil Abner), or teenager #12 (Bye Bye Birdie) or girl #sofarinthebackImayaswellstayedhomeandwatchedPunkyBrewster (West Side Story). The same people always got the leads and I distinctly remember one year when the list went up and yet again I was cast as Dancing Girl #5 (Chorus Line). I was so crushed that when my mom came to pick me up I huddled on the floor of the car and cried so no one could see me--as I said, I had a flair for the dramatic and seat belt laws were not what they are now.

Because the world at large refused to acknowledge my star quality, I was forced to ham it up at home and with friends, acquiring a large cache of wigs. That's me on the left as cocky boy #Idon'tneednofuckingnumber'causeI'mrockingaDali'stache:

Ah, yes, and then there was this. I wish I could say the eyebrows were a wig, as well, but no--the brows were all mine:

So it came as no surprise when Zoey exhibited her own natural flair for drama. It started early with a fall (as it so often does):

And quickly unraveled into longer, darker, wiggier wigs:

I'm thinking she looks good with black hair? Perhaps a box of Preference Sable Onyx is in her future? Because "she's worth it?"

And then there's the accessories! Never has a girl rocked coke bottle glasses with quite this level of panache, am I right?

So there: two generations of (Chorus) Girls Gone Wig. My Zo has star quality, no? Already bursting into her own character with her very own script, and I couldn't be more in love with my role as mother.