SPOOLIES

By -
Lin won our contest and named the pink do-dads.  Congratulations Lin!
There back - the good old days are back!  You can now buy spoolies again.  Interested? Go to 

www.spoolies.com




The good old days can be relived with spoolies.
On a serious note, I understand that some of the proceeds from the "new" spoolies go to a mission project that helps girls go to school.  For that reason, I changed this blog (I don't get anything out of this).

Comments

  1. Liz KayApril 4, 2011 at 3:08 PM

    LOL! I never used spoolies -- I wonder if they were more comfortable to sleep in than the pink sponge rollers I used? :-\

    ReplyDelete
  2. Joyce LighariApril 4, 2011 at 3:17 PM

    No they weren't they were rather hard.

    ReplyDelete
  3. AnonymousJune 27, 2011 at 9:56 PM

    I slept in them every night when I was a kid. Loved the ringlets! I hear the new Spoolies hair curlers are super soft, so I signed up to place my order as soon as they are available. My daughter will love them!

    ReplyDelete
  4. AnonymousOctober 5, 2013 at 3:09 PM

    I could see these in my mind's eye. An older teenaged next door neighbor used them. I didn't know what they were called. Thank you. An age-old mystery solved ; )

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Please keep comments appropriate

Popular posts from this blog

Suddenly

By -
Image
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest…Luke 2:13-14a It was October of 2021. The sky was clear and the sun was shining. I was in Florida, walking on the beach. I could hear the waves break and the birds were everywhere. I don’t know what it is about the birds at the beach – they are beautiful and also annoying. They are aggressive and yet graceful. I was really enjoying the solitude of a walk alone on the beach – the beach is my most happiest place. I used to work in the mental health field and at times would do guided relaxation. While I have some discomfort with this idea, it was required of the job. It starts out with go to the place (in your mind) that you feel most relaxed and peaceful. Immediately I go to the beach. There have been times of anxiety in the dentist chair that I also use this technique and go to the beach in my mind. My phone rang disturbing my peace. It was my eldest son. He
Read more

You're Weird!

By -
Image
When someone tells you that you are weird, it usually isn’t meant as something nice. It means you are out of the norm. It means you just don’t do things like other people do. It is far from a compliment. Sometimes I wonder when people get that look on their face when they talk to me, if they think I’m weird. Yesterday I went for another interview for a doctoral program. I wonder what drives me. I’m really too old for this. Then I think of all the people whose contributions to life didn’t start until they were in their seniors years. I've already contributed in many ways. I had a great career. I have a wonderful family. Yet, I think I still have more to contribute. I'm not done. I knew someone else who was not done, the former Town Clerk in Cromwell CT. I first met him when I also worked for the Town of Cromwell. A distinguished widower with striking white hair he had been Town Clerk forever. People would try to run against him. The Republicans would convince his assistant t
Read more

I'm in the Lord's Army!

By -
Image
So much for the idea of writing about camp for a few days J … busy and stuck get in the way.  I’ve had lots of inspiration this week about other things too… but they sat, because I was going to write about camp.  Oh well, the week is nearly over.  Don’t you love the fact that every day is a do-over from the day before?  As much as I’d like to share my thoughts about some other things, or spout off about my latest insult or discovery, I think on this quiet Saturday morning, I will write about Camp Ashford Hills.  I remembered a lot about this camp experience.  I was a Sunbeam and Captain Johnson arranged for me to go to camp.  I remember I rode in a van.  Any trip that involved my sitting in a vehicle was a big deal.  We didn’t have a car.  We were quintessential NY’ers.  We took public transportation everywhere.  It was too much expense or hassle to own a car and have to move it for street cleaning, not to mention digging it out of the snow during the winter.  I remember t
Read more