Sherlock Holmes had his pipe. Dorothy had her red shoes. Batman had his Batmobile. If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?

I think people know me by my curly hair.  When I was little it was just like Shirley Temple.  Lots of tight curls.  In grade school, my hair was really long and all one layer and that ended up pulling a lot of the curl out.

In 8th grade, Monica Frank and I both had long straight hair.  We both decided that we were going to get spiral perms for the 8th grade dance!  I was very excited to have long curly hair!  I made an appointment and went to the hair salon and the stylist was convinced that my hair was naturally curly.  She urged me to trim a couple of inches off and my hair would boing right back to natural curly goodness.  That did not happen.  So she urged me to trim off “just a bit more”, so I did! No curliness!  Once my hair was no longer long, the stylist gave in and permed my hair.  Then I looked like a poodle!  I was so unhappy!

Sometime in high school/college my hair’s natural curliness returned on it’s own, but I was no longer ready for it!  I wanted smooth, flat hair!

My long, curly hair in 2011 before I donated 10 inches to Locks of Love.

My long, curly hair in 2011 before I donated 10 inches to Locks of Love.

It took me until I was about 30 to finally make friends with my hair.  I still fight the frizzies all Summer, but my hair and I now finally get along…well…except for those grays…

Another post brought about by Daily Prompts on The Daily Post.

From the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread to the clean, summery haze of lavender flowers, we all have favorite smells we find particularly comforting. What’s yours?

Obviously, there are lots of things that smell good to me:   chocolate chip cookies coming out of the oven, a brand new baby, fresh brewed coffee, but the scent that feels most comforting, most like home is the smell of rain on warm pavement.  It is the smell of comfort.  It smells like summer.  It reminds me of being a kid and also of playing with my own kids in the rain.

When I catch the scent of rain on warm pavement I remember having a conversation with my dad as a kid about how we both thought that was the best smell.  The photo below is from when my youngest was a baby.  My three boys and I all went out to play in the rain.

baby in the rain

Playing in the rain

This post came about because of a fun new website I found called The Daily Post.  I am linking to their Daily Prompts.