Holy Rollers
Rachel spotted these foam rollers at CVS this week and decided she had to try them. “Mom, I’m going to curl my hair the old-fashioned way.” (As opposed to a curling iron.) Ha! Old-fashioned was scratchy metal rollers with sharpened spokes that burrowed into my scalp as a child. I can still feel them, and I can hear my sister Judy hissing, “Now hold still! Hold still!” as she pulled them so tight my eyes looked Asian.
This is what happens when you leave your eldest and youngest home alone while managing three basketball games and Girl Scout cookie booth sales of the middle two. Just like Judy – 11 years my senior – drew me into her more glamorous life, nine-years-senior Rachel does with Julia.
The argument Rachel used to convince me to purchase them was how pretty her hair would look for church. Only concerned with the spiritual , she is. So bite the head off a chicken and wave both arms, I think we’ve got two Holy Rollers.
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