Here's mine. Doesn't this photo explain everything? It sets the stage for my entire life. The sparkly chairs, my aunt's huge hair, her stilettoes - you can practically smell the Stylac and cigarettes. I spent many a childhood Saturday here. It was very Lipstick Beauty Salon.
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Ohmahgaw', hon, that's a do and a HALF!
The chairs are amazing! I had a stiletto auntie, too, who wore 'em EVERYWHERE - the supermarket, church, etc. It just wasn't sensible. Actually, I'm surprised no one's ever devoted a whole blog to snazzy, big-haired aunties. I mean, in hindsight, it seems so obvious.
-Rolli
She did hair in them for YEARS, leading to foot operations (of course) - she probably did her own hair in that pic.
Hey! I had that hair in 1967!
i'm loving this!
shouldn't this be posted at the hall of fame?
wv: pulathog- you brought it, you pull it.
Maureen - which hair, my aunt's or mine?
Norma, Oh yes, I guess it should! This is definitely a Hair Hall of Fame photo.
I gotta send Donna a photo of my Aunt Mary. She was a 16-year-old Arthur Murray dance instructor when she married my middle-aged Uncle Bob in the '50s.
I remember her fro the early '60s: platinum bouffant, spike heels, capri pants, silver lipstick and an INFLATABLE BRA. She taught my sister and I to cha-cha when we were toddlers.
Sadly, she ran off to Puerto Rico with a gigolo and was never heard from again.
What would we have become without the influence of Our Bad Aunties? Mine, of course, was a bad girl in her pre-beautician days, and told me stories of breaking into houses! Oh, Eve, PLEASE look for photos!
Beehive, rolled it up on orange juice cans and sat under a dryer bonnet. I straightened my friend's hair with an iron on an ironing board. We also wore stockings with our panty girdles. To high school. Tragic.
PHOTOS! Black out your eyes, if you want, like I do, but PLEASE!
I WANT those chairs!
Love to, how do you post photos in the comment box?
Maureen - email it to me at donnalethal at gmail - Eve sent me her Aunt Mary photo too, so I'll do a blog of both!
You know, I've been thinking . . . Aunt Mary was a spunky girl from the wrong side of the tracks who married my rich, dull Uncle Bob and horrified my snooty old-money family, then got involved with a gigolo and vanished . . . OMIGOD SHE WAS MADAME X!!!
. . . Does that make my grandmother Constance Bennett?
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