Sandy our host today, would like to hear about all the terrible, horrible, ill-conceived hair stories.
My hairs are a horror story itself, since I always had fine thin baby hairs and not a lot of choice with hairdos. So I wore more or less always the same, sometimes a little longer even once nearly til my shoulder but that never lasted and I got back to the hairdo I have today.
In the 70th it was very fashionable to have different wigs and to wear them of course. We had been told that if you wash your hair too often it's very bad they would fall out. My generation had already done a progress and I washed my hair all 10 days instead of once a months what quite a lot of my mother's generation still did. The wig fashion was ideal for me ! When it came close to the sacred hair washing day, my hairs were hanging around my head and I could have easily posed for a Halloween witch picture. Therefore I wore one of my wigs. I had 3, all the same hair color of course, but one with a little longer hair, one short and with curls and one like my own hair.
I always remember the day when I went shopping with my 8 months old son. I took him out of the car and while I did this he grapped my wig and pulled it down my face. It was suddenly dark around me. I stood up, with my wig over my nose the baby in my arms and tried to pull it back. But my little son found his mother very nice with these movable hairs, so that he took my wig off and waved it around. People were starring at us and laughed of course, and immediately there was a little group around us. I had to laugh myself so I pulled the stroller out, put little son in, took my wig back, put it on my head made a big smile to everybody and proudly walked away.
Unfortunately nobody had mobiles with video cameras at that time, I certainly would have been on "You Tube" today.
Please note that I will be your host next monday Oct. 26. I will let you know on wednesday with what I will come up !
