I love this story and have many similar memories! Part of the fun, is anticipating the end of dialogue to see the photo you have selected to share! Hilarious!
Love this Barb! I had the very same dryer and used giant pink rollers. I’d fall asleep and awaken with a big red mark on my neck from the hot hose of the dryer😩
Your life seems to parallel mine in many ways. Fringe bangs in my toddler pics. Curly hair that my mom couldn’t figure out what to do with so I was never allowed to have it long. My jealousy of other little girls with long hair. For my 6th grade graduation photo, she took me to her beauty parlor
(that’s what they were called in our childhood) and the result was an embarrassment dressed in Aqua Net! I looked like Princess Leia too! ( photo as proof on my Bustleton class picture -1963 )
Then came the orange juice cans in 6th and 7th grade while letting my hair grow. Cutting it in a Vidal Sassoon ( Google it …one side long and the other side above the ear ) in 9th grade along with Gail Smith…, it looked fabulous for one whole day! The grow out year I wore a fall that entire year, even for my sweet sixteen, rocking a big bow atop that wig! Then came ironing my hair. In college it was parted at the middle and long frizz everywhere, enhancing my hippie years!
I cut it short in stages, first the Farrah Fawsett layered look with wispy wings, then chopped it into a curly mop for my first wedding in 1973. Wasn’t curly enough?? Had perms to make it curlier!
There were grow outs with wedge cuts and then back to the mop again. I colored my hair until 2017, when chemo for breast cancer erased it for a while. It grew back completely salt n pepper grey. I decided then and there that my true self was okay as long as I lived.
I am now grey and short hair, curly on top, but about to grow it out over my ears so I can’t see my new addition, the hearing aids! Isn’t aging NOT fun?!
Classmates, soulmates, hair mates. The Class of 69 is one of many similarities and good memories, if not good hair days. Thanks for subscribing! I am most grateful for my followers ❤️❤️❤️
While I can’t say that I had to deal with the issues you had with your hair, I did have a similar situation of my Mom trying to cut my hair with a home hair cutting kit like my friend Sam’s mom up the street did for him. So mom put a towel around my shoulders and went to work using electric clippers. I could not see her work.. Finally she stopped and said, “ Maybe we can get Blanche ( Sam’s Mom ) to finish it up.” When I looked in a mirror I freaked out…See Mom had cut one side a LOT shorter than the other side! Then cut the other side short and still unevenly.. Kind of like what comics might do as they cut a moustache too short on one side, then cut the other side too short, etc.. So after I was almost bald on one side and had little on the other, I finally stopped freaking out.. Sam’s Mom evened it up as well as she could and said, “ Don’t worry it’ll all grow back..” And it did… after a full summer of near baldness, embarrassment and an unwanted “crew cut”!!
I love this story and have many similar memories! Part of the fun, is anticipating the end of dialogue to see the photo you have selected to share! Hilarious!
I have lots of fun selecting them!
Love this Barb! I had the very same dryer and used giant pink rollers. I’d fall asleep and awaken with a big red mark on my neck from the hot hose of the dryer😩
Like us, those pink curlers are vintage! ❤️
Your life seems to parallel mine in many ways. Fringe bangs in my toddler pics. Curly hair that my mom couldn’t figure out what to do with so I was never allowed to have it long. My jealousy of other little girls with long hair. For my 6th grade graduation photo, she took me to her beauty parlor
(that’s what they were called in our childhood) and the result was an embarrassment dressed in Aqua Net! I looked like Princess Leia too! ( photo as proof on my Bustleton class picture -1963 )
Then came the orange juice cans in 6th and 7th grade while letting my hair grow. Cutting it in a Vidal Sassoon ( Google it …one side long and the other side above the ear ) in 9th grade along with Gail Smith…, it looked fabulous for one whole day! The grow out year I wore a fall that entire year, even for my sweet sixteen, rocking a big bow atop that wig! Then came ironing my hair. In college it was parted at the middle and long frizz everywhere, enhancing my hippie years!
I cut it short in stages, first the Farrah Fawsett layered look with wispy wings, then chopped it into a curly mop for my first wedding in 1973. Wasn’t curly enough?? Had perms to make it curlier!
There were grow outs with wedge cuts and then back to the mop again. I colored my hair until 2017, when chemo for breast cancer erased it for a while. It grew back completely salt n pepper grey. I decided then and there that my true self was okay as long as I lived.
I am now grey and short hair, curly on top, but about to grow it out over my ears so I can’t see my new addition, the hearing aids! Isn’t aging NOT fun?!
Classmates, soulmates, hair mates. The Class of 69 is one of many similarities and good memories, if not good hair days. Thanks for subscribing! I am most grateful for my followers ❤️❤️❤️
While I can’t say that I had to deal with the issues you had with your hair, I did have a similar situation of my Mom trying to cut my hair with a home hair cutting kit like my friend Sam’s mom up the street did for him. So mom put a towel around my shoulders and went to work using electric clippers. I could not see her work.. Finally she stopped and said, “ Maybe we can get Blanche ( Sam’s Mom ) to finish it up.” When I looked in a mirror I freaked out…See Mom had cut one side a LOT shorter than the other side! Then cut the other side short and still unevenly.. Kind of like what comics might do as they cut a moustache too short on one side, then cut the other side too short, etc.. So after I was almost bald on one side and had little on the other, I finally stopped freaking out.. Sam’s Mom evened it up as well as she could and said, “ Don’t worry it’ll all grow back..” And it did… after a full summer of near baldness, embarrassment and an unwanted “crew cut”!!
I am laughing picturing this. Maybe the rebbitzen should have stuck to her synagogue duties!
I love reading your stories. I save them and read them at least twice
Thank you!