Hair Raising Experience

Shirley, my second step-mother, was a beautician. That meant I always had a professional hair cut. It also meant that I always had the latest and greatest beauty products at my fingertips. I kind of miss that.

For my 8th grade graduation, my step-brother’s wife made me a gorgeous pink satin and lace formal — 1970’s gorgeous of course, but all the other 13 year olds thought I looked great — and Shirley did my hair in a Gibson Girl style with ringlets hanging down my back. The hair-do was old-fashioned and I didn’t want to go out in public. I tried to sneak into the dance and hide in a dark corner but my girlfriends found me and declared me Cinderella.

Sigh. If only my hair still did those wonderful things. If only I could do those wonderful things to my hair! I just signed up for a free Style Connection by Redken hair gel. I hope it will help.

Right now, I pretty much keep my hair smooshed under a hat — not so much to keep my head warm as to keep the wind out of my ears. Still, I am hoping that someday I will get to unbundle and face the world. It would be nice to do so with a descent head of hair.