I grew up in the 60's...the days of the Breck girl and Toni home perms...when every little girl wanted to look like Laura Petrie or Marlo Thomas in "That Girl".

I have a sneaking suspicion that my struggle with allergies and asthma came directly from a can of All-Net hairspray. Or maybe it was the fumes from the home perms.

I remember long hours of standing still while my mother painstakingly curled my hair ...sponge rollers for sleeping on...brush rollers for sitting under the hair dryer. And those hooded hair dryers were just as likely to be perched on your own kitchen table as to be found in the salon around the corner. But those were better than the bonnet-style ones with their air hoses attached to a base unit...I always felt a little like an astronaut with that one! 

So I determined early on that if I ever had a daughter, I would never get between her and her hair. 

The summer before her senior year in high school, my daughter dyed her hair hot pink and joined an all-girl rock band. 

Come back later for the rest of the story....

 

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