It's funny how your memory can be triggered by something small and unimportant. Last weekend Abiah was trying to get her boot box off our closet shelf (Abigail, Abiah, and I share a room) when a container of old hair things came falling down — no surprise there. I started going through it real quick to see if I could grab another scrunchie for my bedtime hair, and I kept coming across scrunchies that were made out of fabric I recognized……
A 9 year old Abigail's dress
Apphia's flannel pajama pants
My first sewing project (a little elastic waistband skirt)
Another Abigail dress and another pj pants flannel
A cute little outfit of Abiah's
The dress Mom made me to wear when I sang at a Church program
Plaid seersucker that was leftover from a top for Mom and matching outfits for all of us girls
Whenever we were younger almost every homemade outfit had to have a matching scrunchie. We wore them all the time on our ponytails, or to connect our french braids. It seems that they were the big thing in the '90s (at least they were at our house). It was amazing how I'd forgotten most of them, and how just seeing a pile of scrunchies made me remember so many different outfits, and so many good times. xoxAchaia