Every once in awhile in my treasure hunting, I come across an item that sparks a vivid memory. The memory can be unpleasant-like a pack of multiplication flash cards that reminded me of hours in my basement being drilled by a tutor. Math was never my strong suit! Or the memory can be a pleasant one-like the comforting blankie you carried around with you until it was threadbare and falling apart.
I recently found the pink portable hair dryer above at a yard sale. My Mother had one similar to this she would put us girls under after our bath. I loved the soothing sound of the air coming through the hose as it filled-up on the top of your head like a big balloon. When it was your turn, you grabbed your favorite book and snuggled down in your flannel pajamas as the warm air dried your hair. It was a simple, happy pleasure during an innocent time.







