For whatever reason I have engaged in the dreaded "curlers" of my youth. My hair is getting long and I have resorted to the vintage ritual.
I dampen my hair, roll them in and wrap a silk scarf around my head. I complete chores around the house for about an hour followed by the blow dryer to assure my hair is dry and then I remove the curlers. No brush or comb. I just run my fingers through the curls and I'm ready for my day.
Except for the Treehouse tonight. I returned home from my busy day and was getting ready for bed when a little yellow curler leaped from my head.
Yeah . . . thanks for telling me I still had a curler in my hair.
Doesn't Grandma do this??
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