Do you remember Saturday nights spent getting “beautiful” for Sunday? Long showers followed by getting your hair twisted into sponge rollers? Sometimes we would even be able to watch Love Boat and once in a while, if we had a babysitter, we would even be able to watch part of Fantasy Island! I remember mostly the feeling of trying to sleep on a couple dozen of those curlers all night. I think at the time I vowed that I would not inflict that torture on any of my kids. So I think it’s funny that my two youngest girls will beg me on Saturday nights for a bath and then “pink rollers”. They love having their hair tugged into curlers in the anticipation of ringlets the next day. They love to dance around with their curlers and fancy nightgowns. It will be a sad day when they decide they are too old for Saturday Night curlers. Thanks for stopping by!
