Every night of the 60's was a ritual performance of sitting on the floor of my bedroom, listening to 45 records and rolling my wet hair up onto brush rollers (otherwise known as thistle and thorn head torture devices) then tossing and turning the night away trying to find a sweet spot on the pillow where the little plastic spikes and wires weren't poking painfully into my temples.
I woke early each morning to tease and torture my hair into shape and spray it with a half a can of Aqua-net until it was as crunchy and crispy as a potato chip. In later years, I spent hours having my hair rolled onto tiny plastic rods, doused in chemicals and blasted in head furnaces only to find the end result was a head full of frizzy, cotton candy like, split ends. Nothing at all like the picture above which I found on a wonderful vintage hairstyle archive where you can see exactly what it took to come up with a hairstyle like this one.
For the last 15 years I've had my hair cut in the classic two inch long pixie, which was the closest I could get to wash and wear hair. You'd think that would be freedom enough, but...sadly, no. I still need product for volume and constant trims to keep the hair from shooting out at odd angles as it grows. I want total freedom, I want to grow my hair out and put it up in a bun. That's what the old grannies of the past always did when they declared freedom from bobs and heat curlers and Marcels. What do you think of this classic look?
I also want that neck, those cheek bones and that creamy skin. Anybody know where you can get that because the jars and bottles I've been buying just don't seem to be doing the trick.