Bonnie was born with what her dad's side of the family would call "good hair". When left in its natural state, her hair was a riotous mass of loose curls that defied gravity (and sometimes a comb). During her stays with that side of the family, trips to the salon were an all day event that fostered closeness and gave Bonnie a chance to get caught up on family gossip. She always left feeling more secure in herself, and what was presented to the world at large.

However, it usually didn't take more than a day or two back in Mystic Falls for the old insecurity to creep back in. Sure, her curls were envied and praised while she was ensconced within her family circle, but among the almost totally white landscape of Mystic Falls, her hair was seen as "exotic" and "unruly". She had lost count of the amount of times she'd followed Caroline and Elena into the salon and walked out with hair that was limp and over processed. Try as they might, the hairdressers there had no idea what to do with hair that was, in their words "too ethnic".

Her grandmother was the first to teach her how to care for her hair on her own. While her father was away on his many business trips, many hours were spent sitting in between her grandmother's legs while the older woman carefully taught her how to manage the hair that seemed to confuse even the best of hairdressers in Mystic Falls.

There didn't seem to be any limit to what Sheila Bennett could create with her skillful hands. Braids, twists, bone straight, or even one on memorable Halloween, an afro straight out of the 60's (which Bonnie had vowed never to do again after some of the comments she'd received). Whatever she asked, her grandmother had no problem accommodating.

Later Bonnie would discover that her grandmother had definitely been using magic to assist in her "creations". There was just no feasible way she could go from 3B hair to pin straight in only twenty minutes.

Now, thinking back through all her hair adventures over the years, Bonnie stops to wipe away a stray tear. Even back then her grandmother had been trying, in her own way, to introduce magic into her life. To get her to eventually realize that magic didn't have to be just about saving lives, it could be used for something as simple as replicating a hairstyle for her own amusement.

"Bonnie, hurry up, we're gonna be late!" Elena shouted as she made her way downstairs.

"Almost done!" Bonnie pursed her lips, then lifted her hands. With a whispered spell, her damp hair was dry and pulled back into the elegant style that Caroline demanded of all of her bridesmaids.

"Your hair looks great, Bon." Matt whispered to her as they waited for their cue to start walking down the aisle littered with flowers.

Bonnie beamed at him, "thanks, Grams taught me."