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.
