Sisters make the best friends

On the big iron bed I shared with my two little sisters as a child lived a pillow my mom had cross-stitched with the message: "sisters make the best friends" (see above). That pillow witnessed many brutal wrestling matches, book stealing schemes (mostly Baby-Sitters Club - I thought Claudia was such a great dresser), and other - worse - acts, like the game of barber shop we played one fateful night in 1980, when I gave my little sister Lauren a really drastic hair cut the week before a big family reunion.

Visiting home recently, my two girls shared that same iron bed (until night three, when the bigger of the two decided the little one smelled too much like pee-pee and chose the floor instead). I was so excited to see that my mom still had the pillow. I've told the girls about it, doing my best to subtly brain-wash them with the innocent little motto. When they saw it, they immediately started to fight over who could sleep with their head on it. Awesome. The magic lives on.

And then, further proving that what goes around comes around, a couple of days later my girls locked themselves in a dark closet and had their own fun game of barber shop. The six year old mowed a wide, jagged path through the three year old's blond tresses, right down the middle of her head (to the scalp) and then made some nice bangs (also to the scalp) on herself "because it just looked so cute and good."

Thank goodness for sisters. And also for anthropologie dinner napkins. Which the three year old will wear every day as head scarves for the next year of her life while the top of her hair grows back. Including at my little sister's wedding, in eleven days.