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Last week, when I wrote the poem titled
Pink, a long legacy of pink hair curlers came to mind. It all started when I was eight, and my hair had finally grown out of that horrid 50s pixie cut, my mother would twist little sections of my wet hair around her finger and clip them in place with two bobbie pins forming an "x". I'll never foget catching the first glimse of myself in the bathroom mirror, in this state of total pin-headedness, brushing my teeth, thinking I looked like some kind of space alien. Was I the only one who made dancing ladies, by threading four bobby pins onto one, then twirling it for her skirt? Okay. Don't answer that.
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After the pin-head stage, I graduated to the pink spooly rollers. Speaking of aliens, they were far more fun to play with than wear, since in the closed position, they looked just like pink flying saucers. I remember how they flew in the air and hit me in the face, if I flipped my head around too much.
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Next came the pink sponge curlers. Even though they were like stretching my head on the rack, they were a tad more comfortable to sleep in. But for some reason, the one on my right side would invariably fall out during the night, so I would head off to school in a lopsided state. How
did those girls manage the perfect flip all the way around?
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The spongies were for little girls, so in junior high school, I graduated to the bed of nails pink stubbies, which were covered in prickly spikes, and pink Dippity Doo gel. (Is there some reason why both the gel
and all the curlers were pink? No wonder it's not exactly my favorite color.) Some of them had clips and some were held in place with plastic lobotomy-type picks, and were like sleeping every night in an iron maiden. What a price we girls paid for beauty. But, you know, looking back at those old photos, for all the torture, my hair really didn't look
that great. I thank God every day for whoever it was who invented the blowdryer. No doubt it was a woman.
photos borrowed from Google images
Oh I always HATED those pink foam curlers. I never did quite get the hang of wearing things on my head without a headache (headbands, barrettes...). I decided to just go with what God gave me - until I got a curling iron that is!
ReplyDeleteRemember when it was not at all unusual to see someone out and about with a head full of curlers? Usually with a little scarf tied around? It would take all day for hair to dry, wrapped around those things!
ReplyDeleteMy hair was so long and thick, I would have to sleep all night with one of those bonnet type hair dryers going. Since adulthood, I still have my hair long but I just wash it and towel dry it and that's that...I go out with it still damp, snow, sleet, or whatever.
ReplyDeleteJust recently, I cleaned out my garage, in preparation for my downsize and ultimate relocation and tossed boxes of curlers...some were forty years old, I think. The dryer is still here, though.
I'm seeing men tied to the invention of blow dryers...Hope that's not just hot air.
ReplyDeleteThis one brings back lots of bad hair days, when it was too curly, too limpy, or so not obedient.
ReplyDeleteAfter my girl was born, I cut it short short and have gone natural, including gray. Yeah, liberation.
O so agree with Lakeviewer. Mine is now short and gray. Though why am I still holding on to those pink curlers?
ReplyDeleteEvery word, every image
ReplyDeleteso painfully familiar!
Jjj
LOL I have been there as a small child and worse, I still see people wearing them out on the street.
ReplyDeleteI laughed and laughed reading this post Willow! Bobby pin dancing ladies - check. The pink sponge curlers - check. Curlers covered in prickly spikes - check. Pink Dippity Doo gel - check. Plastic lobotomy-type picks that were like sleeping every night in an iron maiden - check. (And that's when I burst out laughing.)
ReplyDeleteAs a side note - the pink foam curlers (without the plastic parts) work well to modify handles of things for people with arthritis. The grip is larger and softer. Thanks for a good laugh Willow!
Oh god, curlers! How did we ever fall asleep in those things? And me, living here on the humid Texas gulf coast. As soon as I walked outside, the natural curl took over and the long smooth cascade with the flip at the bottom was history. didn't stop me from doing it again the next night. I finally gave up curlers and started ironing my hair for the long straight hippie look. By the time the blow dry look came along I had given up altogether and just 'let it be' man.
ReplyDeletecute post and I have experienced almost all of these despite the fact that I had naturally curly hair. Also, I used soup cans at one point to try to straighten my hair. Also, another trick to straighten hair is to, when wet, wrap it around the head and pin in place.
ReplyDeleteI am delighted to say, and as you can guess from my picture, the colour of curlers is no longer a major preoccupation.
ReplyDeleteAn early memory. Before my blond hair darkened, about 4 years old perhaps, I used to curl my own in front with a right forefinger.
Also I did not realise going around in curlers had gone out of vogue.
For whatever reason, I didn't use curlers much when I was young. I don't think I missed much :-)
ReplyDeleteI not only had the pink sponge rollers - I also inflicted on my daughter. That lopsided comment brought back a memory of her about age 6. Easter morning, left side soft springy curls, right side - frizzy mess. I still use velcro rollers, pop a few in when I get out of the shower and by the time I'm ready to walk out the door, I pull them out, move the hair around with my fingers and go. Short hair is great!
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to add to the list hard plastic cylinders, all colors denoting size and held on with silver clips...sleeping on these cylinders was impossible and swim lessons at school were out of the question? I was so happy with a ponytail. Thanks for the laugh.
ReplyDeletehahaaaa! I am laughing at all of these--I remember us ironing our hair, too--precursor to the paddles of today, I guess. We even wore soup cans on our heads to straighten our hair at times. Insane, isn't it? My mother always used to say "you have to suffer to be beautiful," when I'd complain, but honestly, I was never all that beautiful--especially for all that effort!
ReplyDeleteOh lordie...I must be a woman of a certain age...yes..all of them and more
ReplyDeleteSo funny to remember all that stuff! In England Bobbie Pins were called "hair grips." What about those little roller beasties that had bristles in the middle that one fasted with u-shaped hair pins? And how about the dreaded perm rods for home perms?
ReplyDeleteOh man I do remember all of those curly thingies. But I started out with hair rolled up in rags. Strips of white cotton, wound around the hair and tied in a knot. No wonder my heard is so lumpy and bumpy.
ReplyDeleteQMM
Being the old hippie that I am, I've had long hair since the end of the '60s, and after watching the torture my Mom and my sister went through with those little pink instruments of inflicted discomfort, I've avoided them. Who needs curly hair? My nice thick straight hair does just fine without twisting and mangling, thank you very much!
ReplyDeleteI don't use curlers at all,
ReplyDeletethanks for making an efforts on another side of pink...
powerfully done!
Ah, come on Roy, I could see some of those fun pink flying saucers attached to your pony tail!
ReplyDeleteHilarious! Laughed out loud at the whole thing! Can't believe you found pics of all those things!
ReplyDeleteWe also used to take the big hood hair drier and open it at it's neck and let the air come out...kinda like a makeshift first of it's kind blow drier! Remember?
Oh Oh, confession time. I still use the pink sponge ones when I want to make a big impression...
ReplyDeleteOh yes, I do remember the pricky rollers. But before the rollers it was the curling irons you held over the stove. Bach and I just saw one like the one I use to use when we were antiquing. You really had to be careful or you would burn your hair right off! LOL
ReplyDeleteLady D
i can say i never used curlers...but they were all over teh house with my sister. i think we used them as ammunition once too in a game of tag...
ReplyDeleteMOTH has always threatened to go find Wife #3 if he comes home to find me with curlers in my hair. However when he's not looking I do throw a few jumbo velcros in my hair for a few minutes, just to add a bit of bounce to old predictable blonde bob. I do make sure I lock the bathroom door first so he doesn't spring me & keel over with the shock.
ReplyDeleteMillie ^_^
P.S. I always thought those awful heated rollers in the '70's were true instruments of torture.
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ReplyDeleteHow about hot rollers? Honestly, those days were just plain weird.
ReplyDeleteI actually thought I was the only girl forced to wear the dreaded pixie cut. I even had it when I married in 1960!!!
ReplyDeleteWillow -- MEMORIES! i had forgotten about all those tortuous head items. Brought a laugh and and a smile as I read through your post. Maybe now I know why I like my hair au natual -- plain and straight. Thanks for a good one -- barbara
ReplyDeletewillow, this was hilarious and i relate!! i thank God that i had naturally curly hair but i still submitted myself to the torture because the curlers would create 'the' look we were all after. and just as you said, it never really worked! even now, i at least applaud my determination :)
ReplyDeleteWillow--I have ALL of these still, in a drawer, and have often thought about doing something with them. I did make a colored-pencil drawing of the bobbie pins when I was in school. My daughter loved it and framed it. It is now hanging in her bathroom. I'll have to see if I can find the photo of it. I'm sure I have one someplace. I even have some of the metal "clamp" style crimpers that my grandmother used to use in her hair when she wanted to make waves. Do you remember those?
ReplyDeleteI haven't thought about Dippity Doo in ever so long...or Noxzema. In my mind, they go together.
ReplyDeleteI did make those dancing bobby pin ladies!
In high school, some the girls with really long hair used beer cans for rollers.
"Spit curls" and curling iron, scotch tape and Dippity Doo, brush rollers and orange juice cans, ironing our hair, heated rollers and blow dryers... I can remember sleeping with my head hanging over the edge of the bed -- always had a stiff neck! My mother would give us home permanents (which twin has the Toni? or a Lilt Home Permanent) or would singe our ears with the curling iron.
ReplyDeleteI look at the old photos and cringe.
Ugh!! I remember these well. Oh why did I ever use them when my hair was beautiful and naturally curly? I wanted it to be tame and just plain wavy and not crazy. And oh, those pink prickly things hurt!
ReplyDeleteOh god. What a trip!! I had forgotten all about the pink pincurl rollers.
ReplyDeleteWho could forget the rollers with the brushes inside them? What really gives me pause for thought is the memory that we slept on those rollers every night. I can't imagine what it did to my neck. Yikes.
Later in high school we used orange juice cans - and slept in them. Oh wow, what a blast from the past!!
Some of my friends used orange juice cans. I had a set of huge (pink) rollers that were the same size as the cans. Can you believe we slept in those things? You're right, Reya, what did it do to our necks?
ReplyDeleteWhat memories this post brings back...and not particularly good ones,either. How did we manage to sleep with all that equipment in our hair?
ReplyDeleteWhat images you brought back. Sleeping on those curlers---who would do that today. But the best and totally filed away image was winding the hair around your finger and using a bobby pin to hold it. What smiles you bring.
ReplyDeleteCurlers were torture back then. Would you believe they still make spoolies and can be purchased at the Vermont Country Store catalog.
ReplyDeleteSpoolies- love those things, wish I had some right now! I would wear them downtown- everyone would want them I am sure!
ReplyDeleteI believe that in Liverpool, all young ladies would go out wearing curlers in their hair on saturday mornings. If they didn't, it was a sign that they didn't have an evening 'date'.
ReplyDeleteBisou, Cro.
The things that we do!
ReplyDeleteMy mom used to torture us with the pink foam hair rollers back in the early 80's. Gah! Then we got a plug-in hot roller set that, if you can believe it, I still use today. The set is so ancient, it deserves space in a museum, but still works like a charm.
ReplyDeletePINK SPONGE ROLLERS....MEEEE HAAATE!!!! can still remember them digging into me poor scalp in the wee hours of darkness before getting ready for school. But my mind was so set on the fact that they'd make me oh-so-preeeteee, I was willing to endure ANYTHING....
ReplyDeleteWillow dear, WHUT a memory!
I so remember all those rollers. But did you ever do the orange juice cans in the 1960's. Now those were not so comfortable to sleep on!
ReplyDeleteMy mother bought those pink curlers for me, but she never showed me how to use them. I think maybe she couldn't face it.
ReplyDeleteI remember the pink sponges! Used to love having them in during the night as they were comfy enough to sleep in. Then came the heated rollers. They weren't so comfy, but did the trick. My mum still uses them.
ReplyDeleteCJ xx
willow - cool insightful post. the mystery of women's hair still fascinates me. each day the love of my life spends an hour straightening and blow drying and the result is spectacular but the time! one hour every day - 365 hours a year (minimum) x the number of years the process is necessary. wow!!! i have never seen curlers in her hair though. nope. have a lovely day at the manor. steven
ReplyDeleteI used them all (and yes, I made the little twirly ladies out of bobby pins, too)... but you left out the dreaded HOT ROLLERS!!! My 80's heavy metal hair was eight feet tall and held in place by one can of hair spray a day, and scalp burns were a regular part of life.
ReplyDeleteI have completely regressed to just washing my hair and letting it air dry, thanks be.
LOVE these images, this post & your new header... soo inspirational & a lot of vintage feeling!
ReplyDeleteThank you for leaving a very nice message on Wabi & Sabi!! Me like !!!
Agneta, the swedish one ;)
Hello Willow,
ReplyDeleteGlad I have been spared the torture but I remember seeing much of hair curlers with my Mom and two sisters. They did have some blue ones in the tin though, not all pink! I do believe your Bobby pins are Kirby grips to we British! And Dippity Doo sounds far more fun than "setting lotion"!
All curlers were uncomfortable and they left dents in my scalp and clippie marks in my hair. Thank goodness for the 70's when long, straight hair was the rage.
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Donna, I might have to buy myself some spoolies, so I can play flying saucer with them! Do people actually still use them for their hair?
ReplyDeleteAH! what a trip through my personal battle of my mother's battle of trying to tame my Cherokee hair. Being adopted, she never knew the source of her failures.
ReplyDeleteI even owned some of the items until I found my biological roots. I threw the all in the trash accept my fate.
Oh, what (painful) memories! I had great hair from birth to puberty then - blammo! - it took the form of Robert Plant's hairdo in that day, but waaay frizzier. I tried the 'wrap-your-hair-around-some-giant-thingy' method: it resulted in making me look like a blonde tornado. I eventually opted for the schmatta look, using 'groovy' bandanas.
ReplyDeleteWillow,
ReplyDeleteYou have me rolling on the floor in tears. This is such a
wild post. I am still laughing.
Big hug for this post Darling. yvonne
Thank goodness, I never had to torture myself with those wicked things!
ReplyDeleteAccording to Wikipedia the blow dryer was invented in France by a guy named Alexander around the end of the 19th Century. Why did it take so long to free women from curlers?
I only have experience with those sponge rollers, but I hated them. My hair is straight as a stick, so even a night with rollers wouldn't do much good. Fun post.
ReplyDeleteI can't sympathize too much with those who had to curl their hair..having naturally very curly hair (hating it)and looking for the straightening solution..
ReplyDeleteMy Mom taped my bangs..which curled up when the tape came off!!
Now all the products make anything possible..
OMG....too funny. You KNOW I managed to find GIANT Lilac-coloured curlers... and, yes, I admit it, I still use them from time-to-time! Ha-ha!
ReplyDeleteHugs,
♥ Robin ♥
thinking i could actually SLEEP on these was the worst part!!
ReplyDeletethen, the HEATED rollers...and burns.
such a time.
i have curly hair and I really wanted it to be long blond and silky. I remember using Dippity doo on my bangs and taping them in place. In the morning, a row of commas.
ReplyDeleteOh the endless nights of pokey curlers scraping my scalp. Or sitting under the plastic cap of that REALLY loud home dryer and being tethered in one place. And my hair STILL looked horrid!
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, yes, I remember all these hair curling tools - and fondly so for some odd reason.
ReplyDeleteSetting the hair with bobbie pins was a real skill, and I was pretty proficient at it. A lost art.
Spoolies! Dippity Doo! Why do I feel so nostalgic about these things?
I kept a bag of hair curlers under my sink - took them from place to place even though I hadn't used them in years - till just a couple of years ago. I finally got rid of them, but I still have a box of bobbie pins I never use!
I remember all the same steps and tortures with the addition of two. Before the bobby pins my Mother set my hair with clothespins and torn pieces of rags and when I was in high school we girls devised ways to use the metal juice cans (which were smaller than what we buy today) as curlers. They were larger than the largest of the store bought rollers. We used Dippity Do but when we were out of that actually mixed up a thick jello and substituted that! No wonder the flies swarmed us everywhere we went!!! Oh, to be young and foolish again. Thanks so much for the post, it brings back such memories. BTW, I had a Poodle skirt and a Scottish Kelt with the large horse pen. Always kept an abundance of the see through colorful scarves to tie about the curlers or to tie back my pony tail.
ReplyDeleteAnd I think god for the person who invented "scrunching."
ReplyDelete(Though my sister maintains that she just can't achieve the right amount of "flounciness" without a couple of big ol' velcro rollers.)
Hilary, yes-yes, I have the bobby pins, too! I have to have them in my bathroom for security reasons.
ReplyDeleteCHK, yes, the cans, but jello? Now that's a new one! I had a bunch of those pastel see-through scarves, as well. They were perfect for tying up a head full of rollers!
Jennifer, I still have to maintain a certain amount of
ReplyDeleteflounciness (that's the perfect word) to my hair. For some reason, the older I get, it's becoming harder and harder to achieve!
Oh yes! Do I ever remember! I went through these rituals, My Bestie used Orange juice cans to "Straightened" hers.
ReplyDeleteI also had daughters. Competitive Cheer Duaghters.
Pink spongie curlers...hundreds of little girls, big girls. All running amuck in pink spongie curlers (and the goofy rag tie curlers too) in hotels where compititions were held. I still have the curlers...want them?
How could one ever forget those???? I spent many, many nights in curlers - always covered with a silk scarf tied at the nape of my neck. Thank God I was single and slept alone in those days!
ReplyDeleteLOL! I remember in college, we used to pull our hair into a pony tail on top of our heads, then wrap the hair around an empty frozen orange juice container. The idea was to get those large flowing waves. Unfortunately, there was the little problem of the crinkle left by the rubber band!
ReplyDeleteHeHe!...I remember all of these well...I also remember my mother curling my hair with toilet paper squares...I don't remember the technique tho...and my sister with the naturally curly hair would straighten her hair by using tin cans as curlers...I escaped all the torture eventually by getting the pixie cut and loved it:)
ReplyDeleteI remember all of these but the spoolies. Thank goodness, the memory is growing quite dim . . .
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ReplyDeletei feel so left out when i read u guys posting stuff about those years. i was born in the 80s and by the time i was old enough to styling - style went out of fashion :(
long straight hair was in( at least in my country) - and i was born with poker straight hair. no fun :(
Ok here I am, a little late as usual it looks like, since my comment is No. 786, but Willow, ol' pal, as usual, you are still my blogging mentor. I love your lates effort at lot, but HOLD IT! Your new profile picture, which seems to be a scan of your hand, looks strangely familiar to me. But that's no problem except for the fact that I honestly liked your other one better. What's wrong with just showing the world what a doll you really are? That's what I did! Ha ha so anyway, I'm right there with you on the torturous ways of the past for a girl to be pretty and have been skirting (tee hee) that topic myself a bit lately. I actually slept with empty metal Welch's frozen grape juice cans in my hair for years as a teen so I'd wake up with a perfect "flip." Stupid? Totally. Ok then, kiddo, I'm going to slide off your back porch now and head home since it's late and tomorrow is a school day for somebody, somewhere, I'm pretty sure. Nightie noodles and yours truly, dh
ReplyDeleteCan't pretend to imagine what any of these instruments of torture felt like. At least when it was fashionable for men to have long curling hair they wore wigs.
ReplyDeleteThanks for reminding me about Dippity Doo. There as never been an occasion for the name to have resurfaced for me in all these years, up until this post.What a blast from the past that was! When young women left work,(I was on the tail-end of the era in Australia when office girls were usually asked by management to leave when we married) most requested those bonnet hair dryers as their parting gift. That or 'water' sets was it? Those jug and matching glasses? Sitting under one of those dryers was a perfect excuse to do take it easy, get out of doing anything, and a cosy way to keep warm in winter!! Hairspray,pointy long-tailed combs,pink rollers and sellotaped kiss curls - I remember them all. (Thanks for the recent comment and URL correction Willow)
ReplyDeleteAlan, my friend, you've made an excellent point. Men would never put up with such torture!
ReplyDeleteYou got so many comments it ain't gonna matter what I say, it will take the rest of the day to get down to the bottom and read mine.
ReplyDeleteI was only going to say that when I was a kid and walked the streets of Arcanum, Ohio, the sidewalk passed a place where ladies got permanents. You could see them sitting in the chairs in a row.
And some had this machine on top of their head with lots of coiled wires that fixed the curls in the hair. I guess. It reminded me of the way they electrocute criminals in Ohio with that thing on the top of the head.
Sometimes we could see little puffs of smoke rise up and I wondered if the lady knew or ladies knew their hair was on fire in places?
OMG...my head hurts just remembering!!!
ReplyDeleteNo human alive can sleep with a head full of orange juice cans...and we did this why???
I was so grateful for the 60's when you didn't have to do a thing but let it grow...and I'm still there...ha!
Dear friend,
ReplyDeleteYou bring out of me the sympathy I ought to have for your gender. When will you publish between covers? Roll on that day.I'll be among the first thousand on Amazon. Do it before your readers can no longer read, or type, or chew, or mark, "learn and inwardly digest".
Thanks for the memory. I have used them all but especially remember sleeping on brush rollers at night. I like hot curlers the best before I went natural. I remember trying this tip before a big date. I rolled my hair on huge rollers, teased it into flip perfection and sprayed with hairspray until it was like a rock. Then just before the date I brushed it soft. Don't know how the date went, but I remember the delicious ANTICIPATION as I made my preparations.
ReplyDeletescotch tape and bobby pin x's for my bangs,
ReplyDeleteand then I had long hippie straight hair that I sometimes tried to get ringlets in with rag curlers.
I do remember trying to use my mom's curlers and having them get all caught and stuck in my hair, not fun.
this was a great post , Willow.
OMG. I remember the pain of sleeping on those things. My hair used to get tangled up in them, too. I have fine hair. I have to tell you a quick story about my thin hair.
ReplyDeleteFour years ago, I was bent over, drying my hair from back to front. My hair was long, and somehow it got tangled in that big hog-hair brush. Let me emphasize "big" because it was not a small brush.
As I tried to untangle it, things went from "Uh-oh" to "S***!" With the brush in my hair I had to wrap my head in a towel, making my head look like the elephant man - I mean woman - and drive to a local beauty shop, where 2 people spent 45 minutes trying to save my hair. How embarrassing.
Oh, Willow, I was talking to someone about how to keep a blog interesting. My two-cents: Willow.
You do it right, gal. You give us eye-candy, info in just a few short seconds, and we all leave Willow Manor feeling like we had a good meal. Not too much, but just enough to make us want to go back. You rock!
You know what? I have the best readers in the entire blogosphere. I know, I always say this, but I do. Thank you. xox
ReplyDeleteDear Willow: Just caught the tail-end of the curlers craziness. I remember the song: "Curlers in your hair, shame on you". Cardinal rule: never go out in curlers. Although it was ok with those nylon scarves you mentioned. I remember: the papers, how ridiculous my sisters looked in curlers and bobby pins and Anita the Beauty Parlor in the basement neighbour who gave me my first lil' orphan annie perm. I cried all night. I sure felt like I was on death row in Ohio Abe. It hurt! Beauty translated to pain just like pink curlers. One word "Ouch". Guys should have Brylcreme stories!
ReplyDeleteThis totally made me giggle. I used the little pink spongy ones all the time! I loved them because I knew the next day my hair would be fabulous (if a little lopsided...)
ReplyDeleteI managed to skip curlers except for a brief flirtation with hot rollers (the kind with the little dots that changed color when they were hot enough). The fashion in my school was straight surfer hair and I had that, thank goodness.
ReplyDeleteBut the black guys at my school used to wear the pink sponge rollers as hair ornaments. Swear.
Thank heaven after one try I had the good sense to abandon the whole idea.
ReplyDeleteIt was just too painful and my hair was not having any of his curly nonsense anyway...
Oh, oh ...you have brought back so many memories! Saturday nights with my poor head tortured by those pink plastic missiles! I remembered, too, how a childhood friend's mother was NEVER seen without a full head of curlers under her head scarf! My mother used to wander when or if the occasion for which she was setting her hair ever occurred!
ReplyDeleteboy do you bring back memories. I haven't seen the spools since I was, well, 13 maybe?
ReplyDeleteReading this and looking at these fabulously pink images took me right back to the smell of the Lilt home perm my mother gave me - so, so pink!
ReplyDeleteThose foamy pink curlers where everywhere in our house! What lovely memories