When I was about 14 we moved from the country into town. Perms were all the rage. I begged... I pleaded... so for my birthday I was sent off for my first salon experience.
Nancy was to be my stylist. She was pretty and looked very hip. I was scheduled to have her full undivided attention for the next 2 hours. I WAS THRILLED!
I pointed to a picture of a model in a magazine with large lovely curls. "This is it, This is exactly what I want!" I said.
After 3 hours of excruciating pain, burning sensations, and the most awful smell I had ever experienced I left looking much like our neighbors dog "Fifi" the French poodle. SO NOT THE LOOK I WAS GOING FOR!!!
"Never Again" I cried "Never". Ya right, you forget, you go somewhere else 2 years later and oh wonderful, it happens again...... and again you vow never.....