Curlers

For some reason, Mom has a hankering to put her hair up in curlers. I'm suspicious that seeing her housemate Harriet waltzing around Wellstone House all day with her hair in curlers has sparked memories of her younger days when she used them.



Since she mentioned it to me several times, I stopped at Walmart yesterday and bought her this Goody package of 36 rollers in various sizes. I remember my own days in the late 1960s of wearing rollers to bed! Big plastic rollers in my shoulder-length hair that forced me to toss and turn to find a comfortable enough position to fall asleep. Mom didn't wear them to bed though. She usually plugged the portable hair dryer into a long extension cord, slipped the cap over her head full of rollers and retreated for half an hour at the kitchen table with her pack of cigarettes, cup of coffee and Women's Day magazine.

She would eventually emerge from the bathroom decked out in blue eye shadow, red lipstick and her short chestnut brown hair bobbed around her beautiful face. During those days, Mom worked as a home health aid and loved spending her day with her client.

I'm not terribly optimistic she will remember how to roll her hair. If she can't find someone to help her, I will put those curlers in her hair when I visit tomorrow.


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