A few weeks back, while the kids napped and Peter worked, I decided to do my hair. There was nothing particularly special about this- I do my hair often, and rarely pause during the process. My hands know the work, and my feet know their placement. This time around I decided to add a little heat to my hair prior to twisting, and Peter, with all the smoke and noise, found this fascinating.
He snapped a few portraits of the process, and in looking back, I can see what he saw. They’re raw and vulnerable, not filtered with words or make up or primped. I really love them in a weird way. They’re more me.
I hope you don’t mind that I share a few with you. Have a great weekend!