Google "spoolies" and guess who's Number 1 on the search engine? Um, yeah, that'd be Shorty PJs. Lord, who died and made me Spoolie Queen?
My posts about the vile little rubber hair curlers here and here, plus the Spoolies mention in my blog description, have somehow launched me into the stratosphere of bad-hair-grooming-ideas fame. The Spoolies/Noxema post is far and away the most popular page on my blog.
Oh, the irony! Spoolies (and Toni home perms) were the absolute bane of my young life. Why, those curly, fried-hair days live on in countless photos and home movies so that I can never, ever forget what a total dweeb I was. Aaaargh! (But I'm totally blaming Mother for the whole thing.) While other little girls of my era sported pony-tails and braids, I looked like I'd spent all my free time with my finger in a light socket. Thanks, Toni. Thanks, Spoolies.
On the other hand, I feel kinda bad that I don't have much information to pass on. Obviously, folks are dying to know about 'em, and there's just not that much out there or people would visit Wikipedia/Spoolies instead of Shorty.
I'm seriously thinking about making up a whole history and mythology for the little critters, so that no one will be disappointed when they click on my blog for the scoop. My Spoolie wheels are turning, even as I post . . .