But because of the roller sets and perming videos, people are curious about the website owner's (that being me) experience of curlers and perms when I was younger.
The first memory of having my hair curled must have been when I was eight or nine years old. My mother wanted my (well, both my sister and me) hair curly for some special event, and right before bed, right after a bath, my mom rolled my hair up in green and pink foam curlers. (This was back in the mid- to late- 1980s.) I cannot remember how my hair turned out in the morning because I remember pulling them out in the night because they were uncomfortable to sleep in.
A few years later after that, my sister bought a crimping iron. Since she didn't want to be the first one to test it out, I sat down and she crimped my hair. I thought it turned out pretty good; I went to show off my hair to my parents. When my father saw it, he told me to wash it out immediately and to never do it again because I looked like a little (insert inappropriate racial slur here). Needless to say, my sister hid the crimping iron and later sold it at a garage sale.
I received my first perm back in my first year of high school, or maybe as early as in 8th grade. (Early 90s). For some reason I decided that I wanted curly hair. My mom called the town's only salon and told them that I wanted a perm. From what I remember, at my appointment, I looked at Black Hills Gold rings (they were all the rage amongst the popular girls in my class). Then after my hair was set in rods, I had perm solution poured on my head that smelt so nasty, that I thought that maybe this perming thing wasn't such a good idea. But my hair turned out cute and I continued to perm my hair on and off through high school. Either the smell of the perming solutions got better, or I got used to them.
Like all things, that choice of hair didn't keep for very long. After about six months, my hair would just turn to frizz. I got really tired of it one day, that after school, I stopped at a different salon, and paid $5.00 to get it all hacked off. I say "hacked off" because that is what it looked like what had happened. I told the stylist that I wanted a bob (I didn't know it was called a bob back then. I tried to explain a cute haircut a friend of mine wore in school back in the 6th grade. I thought it was very adorable and had always wanted one).
The next day started a daily routine for a year of slicking my hair back with lots of hair gel and hairspray.
It wasn't until my first year of college that a friend took me aside and told me that I needed a makeover. lol. She bleached my hair blonde, styled it, and did my makeup. I didn't recognize myself at first, because, OMG, it rocked! So basically since that day, I've pretty much been a blonde. :D
