Argument for a smart phone

I've resisted buying a smart phone because I like the low monthly bill for my dumb one. My SIL has been telling me for months that I'm going to have to break down and get one, but I've kept my heels firmly dug in. However, yesterday it became apparent that I'd better bite the bullet and take his advice.

It was "Toby Day," which for you uninitiated means my bi-monthly trip to a town 150 miles away to get my hair cut and colored by the One True Hair Wizard.  In an effort to justify the five-hour round trip to Abilene and back, I decided I'd stop by a couple of thrift shops and antique malls on the way home to see if I could pick up anything for the store.

I found a Bauer speckleware lazy susan in near-perfect condition, and as luck would have it, everything in the seller's booth was half price. Still, to be safe, I called my SIL so he could check prices before I bought it. No answer...and me with my not-so-bright phone and no Internet. Fine, I thought. I'd just make a decision the old fashioned way.

Several months ago, I was looking for a lazy susan for myself, and the prices were sky high on eBay, so I thought it would be safe to buy this one. Then I realized I had left my reseller's tax number at home, so I had to pay sales tax, which kicked the price up a little more. Still, I was sure we'd make money on the deal.

When I got home, I looked it up on eBay. Oooops...the price for lazy susans seems to have hit rock bottom. I looked at Worthpoint, which confirmed what my sinking feeling was already telling me...that I paid way too much for the thing and will probably have to sell it at a break-even price.

And if I'd had a smart phone, I could have looked it up and avoided a dumb mistake.

Say hello to the new Bauer lazy susan that I may have to eat...in addition

to the crow I'm already having to eat now, admitting that my SIL was right

about the phone and I was wrong.

I still think it's pretty...even if it's not worth as much as I thought.

Toby Day

If you’re the inquisitive type, you may be thinking, “What is Toby Day? Am I missing out on something?” I’ll explain: I drive 300 miles round trip for Toby, the Vernay of Jacques & Vernay Hairdressing, to do my hair. You’d think I could find someone closer who does hair as well, and God knows I’ve tried, but to no avail.

So to answer your questions, Toby Day (as in "OMG, your hair looks fantastic. It must have been Toby Day," or "Seriously, have you taken a look at your roots? When is Toby Day?") is my every-other-month all-day trek to get my hair colored and styled…and, yes, you’re missing out on something if he’s never done your hair.

On the two-and-a-half hour drive there, I started thinking about this blog and about hairstyles of the 50s and 60s, particularly the ones I had back then, and I decided to make that the topic of today’s post. One thing led to another, and I found myself matching my old coifs to those of vintage Barbie dolls. It was amazing...in an embarrassing sort of way...how much alike they were. And to think that by the late Sixties I had long, straight hippie hair and was a raging feminist! (The Jane Fonda shag and the Stevie Nicks do of the Seventies deserve posts all their own...LOL)

Poodle Barbie
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It just wouldn't be the Fifties without a ponytail.  And what

you can't see is my red felt poodle skirt or the sheer red scarf

tied around my hair in the back.  The black thing peeking out 

from under the cardigan is a chenille applique of a 45 record 

with music notes around it.  Ultimate coolness!

Bubble Barbie
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And, oh, what a boufy bubble I had in the early Sixties.  I don't know

which looks goofier, the immensely tall hair which made me look at 

least 6" taller than I am or the uber girly voile shirt.  I'm so not into 

ruffles today!

"Bewitched" Flip Barbie
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Yes, I was the undisputed Queen of the Flips, as evidenced by this 1965 

yearbook photo. According to my cousins, I had a much better flip than 

Shelley Fabares, who played the daughter on the Donna Reed Show or 

Elizabeth Montgomery, who played Samantha the housewife/witch on

Bewitched...and, trust me, that was the pinnacle of flipdom.

Bubble Barbie Redux
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The bubble, or a variation thereof, was the hairstyle that wouldn't die.  It

just kept getting smoother and sleeker, like everything else back then.

This photo of me was taken in 1968. Another of my claims to fame was that you 

never, ever saw one of my "rats," which we also called back-combing or 

teasing.  Smoooooooooth as glass, baby.