I have a request of my sister. I want her to move to Wilmington. And I have a great reason for her to move.
Cathy, my middle older sister, has always had a sense of style that I could never imitate. Ever. In adulthood, she has underscored that by becoming a (successful) fashion designer. (And, yes, here's the plug: she designs for lucy.com, which is based in Portland, Ore.)
She's three years older than I, so in junior high I could borrow her clothes and no one at her high school needed to know and affect her cool. Thankfully, she is a generous sister, as well. She would loan me her stylish clothes. For the most part, I looked well put together for my junior high years. But my hair has always needed help. I mean always. (You should see my wedding pictures…the style was plainly nice, the wind was cruel…and I looked a mess in a lot of the photos. Just for clarification, I chose not to wear my hair up, although if she had offered to do it, who knows?)
So my hair was probably the one thing I recall my sister and I arguing about. (If she claims there was a lot more that we argued about, I am going to repeat "she's older" much more loudly.) I could never do my hair. I think she always thought I was faking it and that I could easily make a French braid. Instead, I would wear a ponytail. I always wanted her to do my hair (daily); she wanted to do it sparingly (first boy-girl party, prom…maybe my 65th birthday party). One could look at this as the main reason we live so far apart. My hair still needs help and I would still probably ask her to do it, if she lived nearby. Now I have the ultimate reason to ask her to move here (besides the balmy June weather we are having…I mean, really, compared to Portland's freezing 50-60 degree weather).
My sister needs to move here so she can braid my daughter's hair. Don't you agree?
(In case you can't tell from this photo, Veronica's braids are at two levels, never mind that her part is all over the place. I created a living and breathing Pippi Longstocking this morning. Veronica (6) was thrilled. I immediately thought of ways to lure my sister and her family to Wilmington.)
I think you did a great job with Veronica's braids. It is hard to make braids with hair her length and you did it! And she was "thrilled." Having too many younger sisters to count and an older female cousin in my house growing up meant I spent more time braiding hair, including my own, than I care to remember. Which begs the question of why I allow my own daughters to have hair entirely too long except I know what to do with it. And complain loudly that I am forced to do something with it lest an animal make a home in their heads. As I write this I am reminded my girls can safely make a donation to Locks for Love and still have enough to braid, thanks for the inspiration I needed to move forward with this plan.
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