The topic for the Loose Bloggers Consortium today was chosen by Padmini.
I could never see it. It was very visible to those all around me.
For me it was heavy, wilful and required plenty of work.
“Ouch!” I wailed
“Pride feels no pain.” The answer was always the same. But then Mammy could not feel the pain she was inflicting on me.
It was the same every morning. My thick mop of curly hair was a mass of tangles.
Once tamed to Mammy’s satisfaction with a chocolate box bow sitting neatly on top I was set up for the day. That was unless the boy next door saw me. He always made straight for the bow and pulled it off.
As I grew older my hair was always remarked on. I learned how to master and tame it and when the sun shone the auburn tresses dazzled and danced.
Daddy always referred to my hair as my ‘Crowning Glory’.
With time, the gold is turning to silver, but I still have a good head of hair.