How's this for a fresh face.
It was taken on the day I interviewed at the School of Visual Arts. The felt hat was screaming yellow and the rayon paisly print dress a riot of turquoise, pink, lime and yellow. Hey, it was 1967!
That gets me to the hair. I had not yet given up on fashion and my naturally bushy hair required major taming to be picture ready.
I didn't iron my hair like some (terrified of that burning stink) but I did sleep sitting up with it wound around orange juice cans. Tomato paste cans were just too small. One year down the road fashion would find me in a do-rag, torn jeans, theatrical eye makeup and army surplus fatigues. Very early grunge.
A few years before this picture was taken my Mom gave me this set of electric curlers
for Christmas. I loved the speed of the dramatic change they could bring but if I didn't get them out of my hair at just the right time (more often than not) I wound up with a head full of banana curls that any Victorian doll would kill for, which would stay bouncing around my head until I washed them out.
After all these years of faithful service, this great little appliance kicked the bucket on New Years Eve just as I was getting ready to go out. I had left my goat-chewed looking hairdo until last minute, counting on them as usual for a bit of glam, but when I plugged them in this time, instead of the tick-tick-tick of the heat rising, they sat cold and silent. I'm sad. 40+ years of hair doing. Model KF-20 I salute you!
I think I'll send the Clairol folks a note....
How's this for a fresh face.
It was taken on the day I interviewed at the School of Visual Arts. The felt hat was screaming yellow and the rayon paisly print dress a riot of turquoise, pink, lime and yellow. Hey, it was 1967!
That gets me to the hair. I had not yet given up on fashion and my naturally bushy hair required major taming to be picture ready.
I didn't iron my hair like some (terrified of that burning stink) but I did sleep sitting up with it wound around orange juice cans. Tomato paste cans were just too small. One year down the road fashion would find me in a do-rag, torn jeans, theatrical eye makeup and army surplus fatigues. Very early grunge.
A few years before this picture was taken my Mom gave me this set of electric curlers
for Christmas. I loved the speed of the dramatic change they could bring but if I didn't get them out of my hair at just the right time (more often than not) I wound up with a head full of banana curls that any Victorian doll would kill for, which would stay bouncing around my head until I washed them out.
After all these years of faithful service, this great little appliance kicked the bucket on New Years Eve just as I was getting ready to go out. I had left my goat-chewed looking hairdo until last minute, counting on them as usual for a bit of glam, but when I plugged them in this time, instead of the tick-tick-tick of the heat rising, they sat cold and silent. I'm sad. 40+ years of hair doing. Model KF-20 I salute you!
I think I'll send the Clairol folks a note....
8 comments:
Deb, your picture is priceless! Takes me back to the day...
As I recall, I didn't get my first set of electric rollers until around 1971... I was always a little slow. Got a 'Gypsy cut' that summer, and for 3 months, I was a glamour queen! Then the rollers burnt my hair, and so much for glamour! Sorry for your loss...
Judy
A hundred years from now your photo will be a wildly popular one in vintage art collage! Its great!
K - Yeah, kinda one of those snotty Gibson Girl faces.
I think I was the first person I knew to have electric rollers. That absolutely, positively, beyond a doubt changed my life!!!! I use a curling iron now that i couldn't live without.
This is so funny! I had the same type of hair and still have that same flocked hot roller set! But I now use a 1 3/4" curling iron!!!
Deb, what a doll baby picture. I will have to post how curly my hair really is....use a flat iron now and love it. Give it a try but be sure to get one with ceramic plates or you will fry your hair.
Please do write Clairol...you might get free goodies.
You look just like Cybil Shepherd in those years! I inherited my hot rollers from Sister #1 and I'll never forget the sheer delight - no more sleeping on orange juice cans! No more hours under the bonnet hairdryer!
Alas, I was fickle and gave them up as soon as blowdryers and round brushes came along.
Oh I have to laugh, late 60s and I was ironing it, orange juice cans, bonnet hair dyer... I too was there! Did you ever wrap you hair flat around your head while it was wet? That was another one. Flat iron now for me, too.
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