While at the trendy modern loft style salon, I noticed only one sit down hair dryer with a hood.
(A standard photo taken from a beauty instruction manual. No way I'd have a photo of myself for a visual!)
I was taken upstairs to a loft to use it. Wow, I thought. You come upstairs to sit under a hair dryer. Interesting. I had a few minutes to ponder how technology has changed everything in our daily lives why would cosmotology be left out. Now, all that is required is a hand held hair dryer with diffuser in one hand and a round hair brush for the other to achieve a desired natural effect.
~I also remembered going on Fridays to the beauty shop with my mother after she got off work from the brand new sparkling Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge not far from our home. The beauty shop was appropriately named Sue Little's Beauty Shop as it was owned and operated by Sue Little in the back of her home in a neighborhood close by. She had two shampoo basins, two sit down hair dryers and a couple of chairs for waiting. After several minutes of Sue and my mom discussing the right shade to cover her gray, Mom would finally decide on the medium ash brown that we all knew she would select anyway because she never veered from it! It wasn't too dark and not too light for her taste. Then I'd settle in hopping from chair to chair flapping through the magazines for what I thought would be an eternity waiting on her.
The aroma in the car going home was wonderful! I thought she was beautiful!
~When I was seven my mother was planning for an upcoming family reunion picnic. She thought she would like her daughter to be transformed from a tom boy to a nice little girl with an upcurled perm. Usually the only time a perm was necessary was Easter and then it was a Toni home perm.
We sped off in a whirl and arrived home safely a few blocks away in his souped up convertible. My mother arrived home to see her little girl in a hair blown scattered disarray. "What happened to Krissy"?, she asked. As she pulled a comb through my tangled hair which was now straight as before, my brother said, "Gee, mom, I just brought her home like you told me too"! Mom then began banging the pots and pans to make supper a little louder than normal with a frown and turned up mouth to the right side of her face.
Someone else appears to have an experience with his older sister's cap style portable hairdryer. It appears his mother either needed a helping hand to aid in drying her son's wet head and/or someone felt a need to photograph it for posterity and future use as a playful muse.
My husband as a young boy and his sister's portable hair dryer.
I love his photo on my dresser in a grouping with our daughter as a baby and her first baby, our grandson Blake.
The next time you're at the salon you too will have time to think, remember, relax, get pampered and cared for to a refreshing and revitalized new you!