The worm

My mother always had the most beautiful hair. When i was growing up, it was always very long, very thick, and very curly. Oh, and a beautiful red. You know, in the 80's, long curly hair was the best a woman could do (along with thick full bangs that made us each look 3-5 inches taller). Mom always had idealic hair throughout my childhood.

When I was growing up, we loved doing each other's hair. Mom always woke me early enough in the morning before school or church to do my hair. It was always perfect (until soccer and kickball with the boys at recess). Mom taught me how to do a french braid and a fishtail braid on my barbie dolls. She bought me books so that i could learn other hairstyles. I loved doing hair. She worked evenings throughout my childhood and there were a few years where she would let me do her hair before she went to work. I liked our arrangement - doing each other's hair. It made me feel really special.

Another hair hobby that we shared during my childhood were "worms". Mom would weave beautiful colors into my hair with beads. I felt so beautiful with these long exciting "worms" in my hair (that's what she called them - why is that?). Hers were always really long, and she wore them forever. Until they fell out on their own.

One evening this last month as i was watching a movie, i thought to myself, "worm". it took me about an hour to construct this hemp worm in my hair. It reminds me of my mom. And it makes me feel cool - just like it did when i was a kid.

The worm on our anniversary