Walking around central London one lunchtime last week I passed a group of foreign tourists. And one of them made me stare. She was a woman of a certain age, too old to be truly beautiful and too young to be wearing crimplene but her hair, oh my word, her hair was a work of art. It was coiffured, laquered to within an inch of itself and set into a proper, old fashioned beehive. It was truly a work of art and I almost gave it a round of applause.
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
How do, hairdo?
Walking around central London one lunchtime last week I passed a group of foreign tourists. And one of them made me stare. She was a woman of a certain age, too old to be truly beautiful and too young to be wearing crimplene but her hair, oh my word, her hair was a work of art. It was coiffured, laquered to within an inch of itself and set into a proper, old fashioned beehive. It was truly a work of art and I almost gave it a round of applause.
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There's a woman in out town with something similar - it's like a shiny crash helmet made of hair. It doesn't ever move. Not even in a high wind. In case of tornado stike I'm hoping to burrow inside.
We see a bit of that in summer when there are scads of older American tourists in town off the cruise ships. Most of the tourists are more laid back and casual but you do get some of the Grand Dames from the Deep South that are dressed to the nth degree with backcombed and teased and laquered hair, reeking of Estee Lauder's Youth Dew.
ahh the old beehive. a wonder to behold when I was a kid, how did they do it? surely a museum piece now?
:-)
Probably the shape of her head, not hair at all.
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