Today, I have reentered the Land of Curly Hair.
I feel a little bit more like Shirley...
... but I'm working my way towards sexy Biba-dom.
I have to take the curly fabulousness in stages. The Boy is so confused. Right now I told him I'm entering my Gypsy/bohemian stage. He didn't know about that either. He keeps telling me that he's had the same hairstyle his whole life, ever since he started growing hair. He doesn't know anything about girls and their stages, even now.
I left the house early this morning with straight hair and came home looking like a moppet. He keeps asking me what I did to my hair, but I can't give away all of my beauty secrets. I told him I had a lot of curly fries for lunch and that's what did it, but he's not buying it.
And then I was compelled to dress up like this.
Tell me you do this sort of thing too when you get a new 'do. I just happened to have those rainbow glasses lying about from a walk down Haight Street.
Peace out, babies, peace out.
And pass the curly fries!
Because I can't take all the credit: Clara Bow photo, Biba photo and Shirley Temple photo. I can't remember where I got the Albert Brooks photo from. I love him, though.
And because I really can't take all the credit, my beauty secret for today is
Angie and Martha's Hair Salon
524 Geary Street
(between Shannon St & Taylor St)
San Francisco, CA 94102
Thank you, dutchbaby, you were right about these ladies. They are awesome!
Thank you Angie and Martha!
(insert more kisses here.)