About the design
on May 3, 2009
When I was very small, there were few things in the world worse than having to sit still while my mom combed the tangles out of my hair. Any particularly difficult snarl, she called a rat's nest. I dreaded them. They hurt--a lot.
It's been a long time since my hair has been tangled that badly, but the imagery of rodents living in messy hair has stuck with me ever since.