pull the curlers from the drawer

Last night I decided to work the curlers.
I think the last time I had curlers in my hair I was 12 years old.
My mother put them in for me. 
Look how grown up I am now, mom!
I didn't think they turned out too badly.
(Although my hair was a wee bit large at first...)

Favorite compliments today:
"I feel like you belong in the 1940s"
"Well I don't know how you don't have a date every night!"
(Ok, so he is like a precious old man and he was with his wife... but let's count it)
"HAGS, Taylor!"
(Apparently that's 7th-grade language for have a great summer)

1 comment:

Leslie said...

you missed, "puppy!" [followed by getting my hair rubbed ferociously.]