Lots of hair brushing took place in front of the mirror that hung above the little table. It’s where Momma wrangled our hair each Sunday morning, pulling and tugging it into a tight ponytail or some style appropriate for church.
Before bedtime we brushed our hair at the table—one hundred strokes to make it silky…
|Me, Lesa (cousin), Staci (sister)|
When John and I bought our 100-year-old house in Munger Place, Momma passed the table on to me. She said it fit our house better.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.