Haircuts, the bane of her existence
Haircuts! The bane of her teenaged years! Hours spent pouring over sleek images of singers and stars with beautifully coiffed locks. Magazines with detailed diagrams of how to make a perfect pin curl and just where to place them to achieve that special look. And then came brush rollers, again with detailed instructions on how to have the perfect flip or sleek page boy. Nights learning to sleep with gazillions of pricks on the head with imperfect results. She well knew the long lasting results of a perm gone wrong. And just in time for school pictures. Hideous. Or hair that went limp on the most important day of her life, necessitating a frantic call to the salon for an emergency appointment. Hair. Who said it was a woman’s crowning glory? Searching in vain for the stylist who understood Her hair. She was convinced that women hairdressers were out to sabotage their unwitting clients, after all, wasn’t it a woman who made her look like Dolly Parton? That is what he said, wit