Is it just me or does everyone obsess over their hair?
|1961 grade 1|
The picture above was taken the day of my cousin Eleanor’s wedding. That’s me on the right; with my hands folded and my toes pointed out, I look like my grandmother Sullivan. My other cousin, Edie and I were flower girls. Aren’t those dresses adorable? They were made from chocolate brown velvet. Our shoes and ankle socks were dyed gold and we carried little gold baskets of flowers. I still have that gold locket somewhere. But I digress… it’s hair we are concerned about here. And mine was definitely scraped back and secured in a tight pony tail that day.
When I was a bit older and had had my ponytail cut off …I sported a style we called “the shag.” I now think that my hair looked kind of cute in grade 9 ….but back then I so wanted it to be straight. Alas, this was the early 70’s, before blowdryers and long before straightening irons.
|Fall 1970, grade 9|
And if you think it was a mop then, look at me a couple of years later. Longer and really curly…and in the wind….especially mop-like!
|Spring 1972 … grade 10|