Because we lived way out in the country and I guess we were poor, my mom always gave my sister and I perms. Oh my lord was that ever a bad experience. She was always very concerned that the perms "Took good". She would curl our hair on hard plastic curlers and twist them so tight, our eyes would be pulled up til our eyes were slanted lie little Chinamen. She would make us sleep in those horrible curlers so the perm would "take good."

I wrote a short story about that and it was read at a small theater. It was funny.

I was at Moms and late one night a couple of years ago and got a crazy idea that I needed a perm. Mom who still gives herself perms had one and for some reason I let her give it to me. It killed my hair and it fell out in clumps. I had to cut my hair. It's just now growing out.

That's my hair story.

Dotsie, your post about hair sounds like a poem and might be lyrics for a country song.

smile

[ February 13, 2004, 11:09 PM: Message edited by: smilinize ]