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)