While I was putting my files together for my sequel for ‘A Hairdresser’s Diary’ I came across these picture I was going to put in the book. So I thought I would see how many of you remember ever seeing these items. These where some of the items that were in the Dungeon of Beauty in the basement, of the hairdressing school I attended over 50 years ago. I cringe at the thought of having to use them today. We thought at one time they were so new and innovative.
I have included the paragraphs out of my book so you can relate to the pictures. If you still use these you need to update lol lol.
Here is the story.
Even the basement of the school was very interesting and informative. It housed a museum set up to teach us the history of hairdressing. In the far corner, sat a huge machine from the year 1928 that had been used for perming hair. It had wires hanging down from the top of a cylindrical dome. The wires conducted heat to brass rollers, which in combination with a solution permanently curled the hair. The solution used to make the curls was very harsh and damaging, but vanity out weighted the risks. The contraption looked like something from a science fiction movie, something used for torture, definitely not like a machine used for beauty. Against the cement wall was a long wooden table, lined with very old curling irons, these in their time were placed in hot coals or heated on a wood stove, then used to make ringlets or curls. These were Marcel irons, named after the inventor. A separate table held curlers made of rag strips with wires in the center. These folded over like a billfold to hold them in place once the hair was wrapped around them. There were wooden rollers made from durable hardwood and held in place with wire clamps. Weirdly crimped, twisted wires, shaped in elongated u shapes were used for hairpins. The collection even had an old-fashioned, heavy, bulky barber chair, which showed many years of service. Off to one side sat an antique hair dryer that looked like something from outer space with its large, oval-shaped ridged hood. There was a full table of hand-made wigs from the early 1900’s, giving us a wonderfully dramatic look into the past. There was much to learn from the instruments and many interesting stories hidden in the basement, or as we came to call it, the dungeon of beauty.
This morning while I was talking to a family member about my book we started to discuss some of the horror stories I used to talk about when I was hairdressing. She asked me why I did not have more of those kinds of stories in my book. I didn’t have to think about it for long before I said. “My book has some of those stories in it but that is not what it is about.” I want this to be inspirational, entertaining and educational as well as telling my story
It would be wonderful if someday someone would tell me that I was the reason they followed their dream.
There are so many stories to be told about hairdressing or barber horrors but I don’t think I need to add more to my book but I would love to hear some of your mishaps. I don’t want this to go from non-fiction to scary.
I have added more to my “A Hairdresser’s Diary ” my book file = ANNA
Have you ever stopped to think about how much influence, support or confidence you have in your hairdresser or in some cases beautician? I have been in the business for over 50 years. I started doing my mother’s hair when I was only nine years old. Mind you it was no more than brushing and braiding but it was the start of what I knew was going to be a lifetime career. Everything that happened because of my training or love of hair would go on for my lifetime. I would like to share some of those times with you. Shall we begin?