For those of us who wait to post our illustrations just hours before the word for the next week is posted, we have to really reach to come up with something to offer. I dip(ped) way down into the past, to a Saturday night ritual for many of us old enough to remember the days before curling irons and other modern conveniences.
After a bath, my mom applied Dippity -Do to my damp hair,
forcing me to sit patiently as she rolled sections up into pink rubber curlers. I learned to pray at an early age that my hair would dry before Sunday school, or else I'd have to endure another form of torture, the hair dryer. But that's another story...Or maybe another word for Illustration Friday!