Those 70ish Girls

What do you people, who don’t have a blog to write, do when you wake up at 3:30 in the morning and can’t go back to sleep?

I even have time for my morning meditation first, which helps to calm my brain. I said, helps.

I was thinking about everyone’s comments on yesterday’s blog when I realized how far ahead of her time Mom was. She became one of the first to create her own knock-offs.

Mom became adept at turning her Walmart sneakers into Nike’s, top of the line, walking shoes. All she needed was a variety of colorful markers. She said people commented on them all the time.

Remember when women first started highlighting their hair. Actually, we first called it, frosting. Mom told the stylist to dye her roots, but not to dye every hair on her head the same color. She got a confused look from the hairdresser on that one. She further explained her brainstorm by saying not to saturate her hair with dye, but to lightly run it through the rest of the hair with her fingers. She said it made her color look more natural. “No one’s hair is all the same color,” she said.

Mom was also in on the early attempts at photoshopping. When her neck began to sag a little, and she could see it in a picture, she drew turtlenecks on herself. If her arms showed age spots, she simply covered them by drawing on some long sleeves.

She actually got pretty good at it, though I “drew the line” when she tried to whiten my teeth. I’m only kidding. As far as I know she never photoshopped me.

I’m sure she saved a lot of money through the years. Back then, it wasn’t cool to go to garage sales. She loved them, but she told me she only went where the rich people lived.