I am in partnership with Argos to launch the new range of My Little Pony accessories and toys.
I wrote recently about our trip to the zoo and the importance of embracing our inner child, so it shouldn’t really come as a surprise to see me tweeting things like this:
I have mainly spent this evening brushing the hair of my new My Little Pony pic.twitter.com/jyzAc0Cyqk
— Slummy Single Mummy (@mummyblogger) August 14, 2017
Yes, that’s Rainbow Dash. I’ve decided that she is quite possibly my favourite ever My Little Pony because she has HAIR THE COLOUR OF RAINBOWS. (You can’t see it all in that photo, because I especially curled the red section neatly around the front and the other colours are behind her.)
The night that I took that photo, I sat with her on my lap for two hours while we watched TV, combing her hair, winding it around my fingers and separating out the colours. There was something quite magical about it – a bit like having a pet. I felt relaxed and content.
And also slightly jealous.
I remember as a child being jealous of my ponies’ hair. I’ve always had pretty rubbish hair – it’s very fine and won’t do anything at all that you ask it to – but my My Little Ponies, well, their hair was special. There was something about how it came out of the top of their head and curved around their face in a way that I knew mine would never do. It made them look demure and sophisticated and mysterious – all of the things I imagined I would be when I grew up, if only my hair would wave around my face like that.
Alas, it never did. View Post