Last night I was drying my oldest hair and prep for picture day the next day and I had the most amazing flashback.
I was standing in my great-grandparents kitchen and they had their old hairdryer out they were drying both my sisters’ hair. It seem like we dried out hair except for when we are at my grandparents great-grandparents house. I’m not sure if that was true or false but it just always seem like they had to dry their hair. It could’ve been because my grandmother like to dry their hair. It could’ve been because she thought the house was drafty and they would catch cold or it could have been because that’s what we did every night and for some reason I just remember the sweet tenderness of it at my great grandparents house.
Aren’t memories odd?