It was the hair accessory of choice in the 1990s – fashionable yet functional – making a comeback in Covid lockdown when a trip to the salon wasn’t possible.
But few people realise the claw clip started life in a humble workshop in France, and it was invented by my foster dad.
“We had a saying: ‘Wherever you go in the world, you’ll find a bottle of Coke, a poster of Michael Jackson and our hair clip,'” he remembers.
I was brought up in France between two families. My birth mother, Maria, is from Cape Verde off the West African coast. She fled the islands when she got pregnant with me, aged 24, eager to leave behind her life of hardship for a better future in Europe.
That meant escaping in the middle of the night to catch a plane to Guinea-Bissau. From there it was a turbulent journey of several months to reach Portugal and then France, aided by friends and family along the way.