This photo reminds me of a few things. The first is the way Mum used to brush my hair. Now, I can just hear some of you purring, “Oh, how sweet” but it’s not really. Mum wasn’t blessed with “lightness of touch” and the brush was one of those heavy, wooden backed ones. Every brush stroke went clunk, drag. I’m sure I winced but that wouldn’t have had had any effect on Mum, she always knew she was doing things properly.

Another memory is of the ribbons. For a few years they were satin and always had to be ironed then the new, easy care nylon ones came in, I can’t remember when. Ribbons were like socks, always inclined to lose their mate.

I can still see Mum trying to undo the knots in the ribbons with her teeth.


Author: macmsue

I’m a sister, wife, mother, grandmother, auntie and friend. I prefer to be outside and am interested in photography, nature and different cultures. I believe everything on this earth has a right to be here but some things and some people would be happiest if their space was far away from mine. (Flies and biting bugs take note!) I don’t like housework and think dust is Nature’s way of saying, “This is my space, I was here first.”

3 thoughts on “Ribbons”

    1. Fat braids??? I wish! My hair has always been baby fine so I also wanted nice thick hair. It also appears to have started off brown travelled through blonde to mouse and that’s how it’s determined to stay. 🙂

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