Sunday, March 10, 2013
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Saturday, February 16, 2013
While cleaning out the bathroom cabinets I found my Grandma's curler bag. I love this bag. When I was in high school i had to roll her hair every Saturday. Being the tomboy that I was, I hated it. We did have some good talktime, but at that time that wasn't important. When she died, for some reason, I wanted this bag. Thinking I would never use it i put it away for a long time.
Twenty years later, here it is and it brings back such great memories of our Saturday afternoons together. Since I've been interested in vintage styles, I decided to try my hand with these.
The rolling part was easy thanks to Grandma and the practice I had so long ago. Unfortunately, my long hair was not agreeable to the bristly curlers. I had the dickens getting some of those things out. At one point I thought I might need to go find the scissors. Maybe I should have paid more attention and asked some questions on those moments with dear ole Granny. Anyway, it was an interesting way to spend a rainy Saturday.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
What is hse doing you ask? Is she actually cooking a pit of rags? If you knew me well you wouldn't doubt it's possible, but not today.
Sometimes it's the little mundane things that make a big difference. From time to time I take all my discloths and soak them in boiling water with a splash of bleach. Yes I said the "b" word. I don't use it often, but sometimes it just makes me feel better. I don't believe most things in moderation are bad unless you make it so. After it soaks there for several minutes I rinse and wash. Now I take them out and they smell like kitchen cloths should smell, not last weeks turnip greens or spilled milk. and they feel clean not grimy. Now it's all good!!