Thursday, December 22, 2016


(This first paragraph only is from an old post.)

We were with our friends, Bob & Phyllis on a cruise to Puerto Vallarta. Bud & I were in our cabin & I was showering in preparation for dinner.  Bud opened the door to the bathroom & asked me to come into the cabin.  I said I’d be out in a couple of minutes.  He said I had to come out NOW & to be sure I was wearing my robe.  He was trying very hard not to laugh.  I had left my long “gypsy” wig on the bed along with my clothes while I was cleaning up.  Wigs were very popular at the time.  Everybody was wearing them.  Even more people were wearing them than I’d realized.  Bob was sitting there visiting with Bud, with my “gypsy” wig on his shaved head!  At least I looked better in it than he did.  (I think.)  Maybe because I wore it with big hoop earrings.

(Not me--or Bob)

My hair has always been straight.  I know straight hair is in style now & they even have a roller-type thing so you can straighten your hair at home; but when I was in grammar school in the 40's, only curly hair would do.  My mother braided my hair & crossed the two braids over my head.  I hated it!!  I thought my ears stuck out.  (They don't, really, & now I wear my hair tucked behind my ears.)  I was sure I looked like Alfred E. Neuman in a Heidi costume.

Alfred E. Neuman

Except I wasn't blond. Or Austrian.

My grandparents lived with us a couple of years while I was still in grammar school.  I loved it because Bubby (what I called her) would comb my hair in the mornings, gently--unlike my mother!!  She would sit on the couch & I would sit on the floor in front of her.  She brushed my hair so softly it almost made me purr.  A few years ago I was in a beauty parlor & after the shampoo girl washed my hair she massaged my scalp.  I had a flashback of my grandmother.  I told the shampoo girl & added it was almost like petting a dog until they were almost hypnotized. She said that was nice but if I started shaking my leg she was going to stop.

My high school years were spent with me sleeping in curlers.  Ouch!!  The resultant curls lasted an hour or so.  I've had several permanents, but they really should be called temporaries.  I wish I could wear my hair like Robin Wright, but it's not thick enough.  I wish I had her face & figure, too, but that's another story.

I stopped dyeing my hair about six months or so ago.  I figured that at age 82 it was OK to be gray.  Funny thing is the gray looks almost blond.  I don't understand that at all!!

You can see a little of my hair here.
Doesn't it look blond?
I don't know why my mustache is still so dark.

There are three ways a man wears his hair...
Parted, Un-parted, or Departed!!

What do you call a parade of rabbits hopping backwards?
A receding hare-line.