I went to a new hair salon and looked at hairstyle books.
I turned the pages slowly and perused the newest looks.
I really liked the straight styles, but my hair tends to curl.
The next page showed a redhead.
Should I give that a whirl?
One model looked as if she was unable to decide.
She wore long tresses on her left and shaved the other side.
I began to watch the stylists and couldn’t help but stare.
They were waxing lips and eyebrows.
Not a one was styling hair.
They were replacing women’s lashes. Who knew that could be done?
Eyebrows were being threaded. Wow…this place must cost a ton.
I headed for the door. I knew I had to flee.
I was well aware…this place was not for me.
I went on down the street to the place I usually go.
I’m seated in a minute and in five I’m good to go.
I no longer look at books to chose a different do.
I won’t look like them, anyway. They’re all under twenty-two.
It’s you, Mary!!
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Think so? 🙂
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My fav picture is the crown with long tangly wig look. You should bring back that blonde wig style sometime that the crackup reporter wore.
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I had that wig way back when we lived in Denver. I need to look for a new one. I want Yram and Lav to have more adventures.
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I guess I should have been more specific. I was meaning like in the photo you posted.
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Nope 07. My real hair has never been that long. I don’t have that kind of patience.
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Oh if only Mr Latherop could have seen those do’s. Have you ever let your hair grow long? Nice poem.
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It was long when I was homecoming queen and shoulder length several times 07.
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