The Fucking Rainbow Loom

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rainbow-loom

It began with such promise.

A summer trend which, unlike Silly Bandz of summer’s past, actually required concentration and a learned skill. Lily’s time spent on her iTouch diminished, as she spent countless hours making bracelet after bracelet after bracelet. She made them for us, for her brothers, for her grandparents and for her friends. It was a creative outlet, a new take on an old art. There was nothing not to like about the Rainbow Loom.

But, then.

Slowly she began hearing about other stitches from her friends at camp. The single and fishtail were so over, with names like zipper and starburst becoming all the rage. Her friends learned about them from video tutorials on youTube, and suddenly, ten year old Alli of internet fame trumped my daughter’s former tween idols as we fought over computer time. Strike one for her beloved loom. But still, she happily used it in doctor’s office waiting rooms, tennis practice for her brother and before bed. And I was still a fan.

Last week, the boys insisted on getting in on the “fun.” At first, it was nothing short of adorable as Evan picked up  the stitches in lightning fast speed, using nothing but his fingers. Lily taught looming classes in the playroom after dinner and my heart almost burst as the three of them studiously sat side by side.

It’s amazing how much can change in a matter of days.

Suddenly, instead of finding a few rogue bands throughout the house, I’m finding 600 pieces of rubber scattered across the floor. I’m finding them on the walkway leading up to the house, in my bowl of cereal, in every pocket I own, buried in the dog’s poop — oh, THAT’S where the c-clips went! — and the lint holder in the dryer contains nothing but broken bands. The three of them make bracelets, trade bracelets, break bracelets and then fight over bracelets. Incessantly. I’m not sure I’ve had a conversation with any of them over the last couple of weeks that doesn’t involve the Rainbow Loom in one way or another.

The good news, is that this obsession has to end eventually, as they all do. I have the abandoned Jibbitz, Webkinz and Silly Bandz to prove it. The only question is, when? Because it can’t come soon enough.

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  1. 7

    says

    My 6 year old son just got his this past weekend and that kid is addicted! So far, I’m not cursing it yet but OMG does he get frustrated when he messes up! I told him I’ll vacuum up bands if they’re on the floor too because I can already see that’ll be an issue.

    (and funny enough I wrote about the loom today but it’s a WAAAY different angle).

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  2. 10

    Sadie Haselton-Susco says

    my older daughter got one, the phase didnt even last a week! She decided traditional friendship bracelets and paracord bracelets, key chains and belts were more fun. She made each of the other kids one because they asked and glad we haven't dealt with what you did with the loom!!

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  3. 18

    days on my own says

    How wonderful your kid still has the time to loom away! The only thing looming here is hours and hours of middle school homework. Wishing there was time for the loom I just paid $17.00 for plus the box to hold all the bands.
    Enjoy it while it lasts.

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  4. 21

    Kristina says

    My daughter is obsessed with her loom. I’ve spent more money on rubber bands than I ever thought I could. I’m also finding them EVERYWHERE! In my car, yard, floor, couch, etc. It’s damn annoying. But, it entertains her.

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  5. 23

    says

    We just brought the loom home today and I’ve already cursed it because I can’t figure out how to do it and I followed the instructions and now I have to watch youtube videos to learn how to use the stupid thing so I can teach my daughter how to use it. ARGH

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  6. 24

    says

    OMFG. Just the other day I said, "I have rubber bands coming out of my fcking EARS!" I spend no less than 30 mins, twice a day picking up rubber bands from the floor. If my daughter wasn't so god damn good at making them, that loom would be in the garbage! Word of advice – don't buy looms from different manufacturers. They space the pegs differently and the looms won't work together and unless you're a fan of hearing "MOOOMMM I need a REAL ONE!" every 36 seconds, I would suggest sticking to the same brand.

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