Yesterday as I was zipping around getting last minute things attended to, I ended up in the hair salon. Just prior to closing my eyes in homage to Willow, I witnessed yet another event in a little girl's life that brought back a flood of memories. One of the young stylists was giving her little one a perm. There was much discussion over this decision, but the toothless six year old was holding her ground and the rods were rolled. It reminded me, that in "my era" the big thing was a "Toni" Home Perm. I had, as I still do, poker straight hair, and in 'those days' everyone wanted to look like Shirley Temple, so we all got Mum administered home perms. This is usually a girl's first whiff of ammonia and the rigors of the "beauty?" treatments that chase us through life.
This picture was taken at Thomas photography studio in Ottawa. The hair was a fresh "Tonette" (not sure about the bangs) and the dress was smocked by Mrs. Higginson, my friend's grandmother. See how things go and come around again?