I got to spend my Christmas holiday with my grandma (mom's mom) this year. Although I nearly always lived a fair distance away from my Grandy, I feel as though I grew up very close to her. From a young age, I admired her always-changing hairstyles and fashion sense. She was born in 1940 in Compton, California where her mom would perm or braid and twist up her straight hair. She grew up and lived in a time where going to a beauty shop for curled coifs and teased beehives could be styled for a dinner party and bleaching her hair to a California-blonde hue for beach days and Mexico excursions was a normal occurrence. She would pull her hair up in a pretty pony while she shopped in Panama markets with a baby on her hip, and pin little curls up with a bow for get-togethers with doctor friends. When I sort through photos of my grandma throughout the various decades, I find myself fully inspired and in awe of the way things used to be. Beauty was part of a thorough, daily routine that makes my day-to-day rituals look lazy and unthoughtful. This is why I find myself in awe of, not only my grandma's stunning, natural beauty, but the effort and love she put into enhancing it. This is why my Grandy is my style, beauty, and life icon.
I hope you all enjoyed this small bit of my life! Until next week! -