I was blow-drying my hair this morning and what came into my mind was my grandmother sitting me between her knees and wrapping my hair into rags to create ringlets (I had no say in the matter). I went to bed with these rags in my hair and come the morning I had a head full of these hideous ringlets. I think my grandmother had a fascination with Shirley Temple. My mother used to have a fit and wash them out as soon as we returned home...this was 1960 not Victorian times!
Anger management!!! Help needed.