When I wrote in my header "in the beginning was the natural," this is what I meant. It's 1969 and my mother loved me and my hair. It was very think and very curly. I was very thick and very curly, too. I can see why she couldn't wait to play with my hair. She was a licensed beautician, and well... hello pressing comb! Meet thick thick hair.
This little kid looks happy, well pleased, and has no idea what is to come for her in her life. But, (in my best Color Purple Celie) I loves her. I calls her, Olivia... I'll stitch Olivia...
Blessings!
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