I come from a long line of lovely southern women on my mama’s side, and a stream of yanks on my daddy’s side.
Mix southern grace and style, with northern drive and perhaps that is the reason for such uniqueness in my family tree.
~ahem~ probably not.
Nevertheless, I’d like to introduce you to some of my family:
Poor Bert had some sort of delineation on her forehead. It made for some interesting chitchat around the holiday table. She couldn’t wait for the day that bangs were in style.
Next up, was Sandy, who, despite her daily neck exercises, never recovered from this hairstyle. One side of her neck was always larger from the sheer weight of all of that hairspray.
When Beth showed up at the family reunion, there were the inevitable snickers and giggles. But when she stepped out in her new platform shoes, there was no denying her groovy style.
And my parents had to put a sunroof in their car in order for my hair to fit. Which was probably a good thing. It ensured that no one suffocated on the hairspray fumes.
What an eclectic group of women. What history. What style.
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