A Mother’s Day Story….

My mother had long blonde hair the colour of corn. My strongest memory is of her nightly ritual of curling her hair into little pinwheels which she would tightly fasten to her scalp with a collection of bobby pins. When this task was completed she would dampen the pinwheels and then cover her hair with a scarf ready for bed. In the morning, after she had removed the pins, her long hair would be wavy and beautiful – reminiscent of Rita Hayworth’s hair in Gilda.

I’ve generally worn my hair long over the years. Mousy in colour, or Rat Blonde by those more charitable, it is dead straight and totally devoid of any waves, bounce, curls or anything else to make it of any interest.  And I’m certainly not fussed or vain enough to try curling rods or the like.

Both my daughters have inherited my hair, though one is blonde as in creamy coloured, and the other is dark. Very dark. So dark that she believes her true ancestry to be Persian. (She’s also inherited her mother’s imagination.)

Over a lengthy phone chat with my eldest for Mother’s Day, my pearl-and-stiletto loving child who moved to rural and remote East Arnham Land earlier in the year, advised that her hair is the topic of much discussion within the community. Long straight hair makes for great paintbrushes for our First Australian artists apparently. She has been asked to donate to the cause.

This weeks task is to research Indigenous artwork. I’m wondering if there is a market niche that the three of us could satisfy.

Interestingly, my sister scored the naturally thick wavy hair with matching eyelashes. That’s how most sibling rivalry starts.


4 thoughts on “A Mother’s Day Story….

  1. Happy Mother’s Day! I guess I came out the genetic winner – I got my mother’s red hair! But sister #2 got the singing voice… the 3rd sister got my mother’s knees and ankles (not a good gift but made up for it by getting the monopoly on the mathematical ability from my father). I hope your daughter isn’t pressured into donating her hair!

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    1. No fears there, my daughter could not be pressured to do anything she doesn’t want to do. Tough as nails : got that from her grandfathers. Next time she gets a trim from the Hair Salon she will keep the hair and pass it on to the aboriginal elders – she loves learning about their culture.
      Hope your boys fussed over you:)

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