Nonna was a human hair dealer.
This is how I found out. I was cleaning out my hairbrush today and as a joke I took the hairball and gave it to Nonna as a present. (Gross, I know). Nonna started to laugh and says…this wortha 10 needles for sewin.
So, I looked at her and said (as you can imagine): What?!
Nonna: Back in the hold country we used to save all year round this hair. We keepin in a plastic bag alll year. Then, this guy comes to me once time a year and we all go out and sell our hair. These things are valuable.
Me: What did they use it for?
Nonna: I don’t have no idea. But he give me needles, thimbles and little dolls.
Me: Are you serious.
Nonna: Yes, i thinkin its because the hair no broken.
Me: But its hair…
Nonna: I gonna try and sell.
Me: I don’t think that works here…
Nonna: (laughing) I gonna tell you…God. Bless. America.