Fashion Memories of 1959
I was not nearly so dedicated.
Mom would sometimes persuade me to roll my hair on Saturday
night—(just think how pretty you’ll look for Sunday!”), but the
pain never seemed worth it to me. I still wonder how my sister
could sleep with rollers gouging her head!
Mom would roll those pink, plastic curling rods to just short of yanking the hair out of my scalp—and then drench each one with the horrible-smelling curling solution.
You had to wait for what seemed like an
eternity for it to take affect—all the while enduring an itchy
scalp and that unforgettable smell! Weeks later, everyone would
know that you’d gotten a perm—if the tight curls didn’t tip
people off, the smell would!
Not only could you wear them in the buttons-in-the-front conventional way, but you could also wear them backwards—buttoned up the back, for a completely different look. Add a strand of pop-it beads, and the ensemble was complete.
I loved my big sister’s beads; and if I was
lucky, she would let me pull them apart to make a
necklace-bracelet set. To complete the look, shoes were either
penny loafers or saddle shoes, worn with white poodle socks.
says that she could scarcely get me to take them off long enough
to launder. I can remember putting them on as soon as they came
in from the clothesline.
For that matter, my black patent Mary Jane shoes were much less comfortable than my Keds, but that was my once-a-week-on-Sunday sacrifice, all for the sake of beauty.
Somehow all that suffering was worth it when my sister let me
dab a bit of her perfume on my wrists from the deep blue bottle
that read “Evening in Paris.”
The dark blue bottle with the bullet-shaped lid —the Evening In Paris perfume bottle held a prominent place on my sister’s dressing table.
or “rods” such as these were used in home permanents.
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