Friday, August 9, 2013
It's when I reflect back on changes that I realize I have lived quite a while. I had my hair trimmed today and reminisced about my mother going to the "beauty parlour" every week. There were no home hair dryers and hair-dos required a more professional touch. I thought about those first hair dryers which fit over the head like a puffy shower cap. The woman who cut my hair could not imagine how we managed without hair dryers. It did not seem like a hardship to me as a youngster, but I don't think my mother enjoyed sleeping in metal rollers so she could meet the expectations of women in the 1950s.