Not everyone looked good with a flat, sleek, bob so waves and curls were incorporated into the craze. A gel was applied to the hair and then, while using the fingers in unison with a skilled comb, waves were sculpted into the hair. The ends of the hair were then wound around the finger and pinned, thus named "the pincurl". Long metal clamps were applied to the waves to keep them in place while the client sat under the dryer.
So, this is what my grandma called "getting her hair set"? Doesn't that make it kind of not-move-y and stiff?
So, this is what my grandma called "getting her hair set"? Doesn't that make it kind of not-move-y and stiff?
A fingerwave is pretty stiff. Your grandma, however, probably had her hair set in rollers and then brushed out and styled since fingerwaves were not that common after the 30s.
I had a Marcel done for a wedding I was in 2 years ago and I loved it. Wish I had a picture I could link to.
A fingerwave is pretty stiff. You grandma, however, probably had her hair set in rollers and then brushed out and styled since fingerwaves were not that common after the 30s.
My lack of girly knowledge is astonishing sometimes.
I can, however, throw a baserunner out at first all the way from third, so that's something.
Yay, Ms. H and CaBil!
((((vw)))) ((((Steph))))
Susan, I'm not so sure you had an out-of-the-blue "aha!" moment. Sounds (though I don't subscribe to Great Write) like all the listmaking, etc. has been going on under the surface, and the "aha!" was the decision bubbling to the surface.
On hairstyling, all I got is
She had a dark and a roving eye
And her hair hung down in ringlets
Pin Curl How-To and description.
Right and wrong pincurl technique (this page actually shows a vintage set with the bobbypins so its probably the best for getting the idea).
Finger wave instructions.
Some LA stylists who specialize in vintage looks (including the much loved Frenchy's).
I walked into a ladies' room at the Cow Palace a couple of years ago to see a Dickens Fair actor, all gussied up in corset and bloomers, standing at the door to her stall staring in mournfully. "My phone," she said. "I dropped my cell phone. I can't get it back. I don't think I want it back. But it's my phone!"
Lesson learned: Aside from the whole talking-while-going-is-NAST thing, small droppable objects+cramped space+human waste=most unwise.
Fred Pete, I LOVE that song!
Of the hairstyles Hec linked to way above, I also think Aimée could totally, glamourously, pull off the elegant beehive.
