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Christine looked herself up and down in the full-length mirror, and wondered when she was going to get used to this. This time it was the sight of herself in the mirror, wearing the final outfit that her mother had chosen for her. This was the smartest of them all, consisting of a calf-length straight black skirt and a white cotton blouse, with a high ruffled collar, which came right up under her chin, forcing her to keep her head held up straight.
The front of the blouse was ruffled too, and the outfit as a whole had, Christine felt, a Victorian feel. Combined with her new short, tight perm she Forced perm story that she looked a great deal older than her 21 years, and virtually unrecognisable from the way she had looked before she had started down the road of smartening herself up. A road, it had to be said, which her mother was now enthusiastically driving her down.
Christine had rather liked the the plain and simple little head of neatly permed curls that she had been left with, but it seemed that her mother and presumably her gran as well would prefer to see her with the smarter and more traditional lacquered bouffant style. It sounded though, that this situation may be remedied before too long.
She started to unbutton the uncomfortably stiff collar, only for her mother to do it back up again. Christine rolled her eyes at the thought of being kept buttoned up in her stiff, tight collar for the rest of the day, and being paraded in front of gran, who would no doubt still find some way in which Christine could be made even smarter. They went and paid for all the clothes and headed for the opticians. Mum had noticed Christine squinting over the last few days, Forced perm story had made her an appointment for an eye test.
She was dressed in the same smart uniform, but was perhaps a little younger than Christine, and her long, dark brown hair was worn loose, with a messy centre parting, and tucked haphazardly behind her ears. Christine noticed that she was repeatedly forced to push her long hair back behind her ears and out of her face as she worked. When the optician concluded the tests, and announced that Christine would need to wear glasses, Claire took her back through the front of the shop.
Whilst they were rather old-fashioned looking, Christine had to concede that this did indeed, make them very appropriate with her new hair and wardrobe.
Christine looked at Claire, who was rolling her eyes. Christine was looking at herself in the mirror in her sun visor. Mum glanced across from the driving seat. You know how neat she keeps her own hair, after all. I think she expects everyone else to do the same. She glanced thoughtfully at herself in the rear-view mirror. As they got out of the car, Christine glanced across the car park and to her surprise saw Mrs. There was a young man with her, who Christine recognised as Jonathan, her son.
He had been in the same school year as her, so she pd he had just graduated from university as well. Cathcart looked exasperated. A good set will last for days on top of your perm. He grinned back at her, and turned to Mrs. Chrisitine agreed, and she and Jonathan headed off towards the flats. She noticed that he was looking quite smart; a white shirt and dark trousers, polished black shoes and his dark hair had been wet down and neatly combed with a very straight side parting, though it was rather too long for this style, hanging over his ears and collar.
Christine guessed that Mrs. Cathcart had insisted that he smartened up to visit his gran. He was the first to break the silence. She decided to take this as a compliment, and smiled back at him. Mum wanted me to look presentable for visiting Gran. He smiled ruefully back. Mum got me to me dress Forced perm story, and even insisted on giving me a proper side parting.
But Mum liked it so much that she insisted that I had it permed, and cut up even shorter.
Besides, you might find that you like having a neat and tidy haircut. I was going to take a load of my old clothes to a charity shop in town. You could come and help me, and we can get your hair cut at the same time. It will be a nice surprise for your mum! Jonathan picked up a large cardboard box full of bric-a-brac, and Christine held the door for him.
Jonathan noticed her looking around and explained that his gran was visiting one of her friends. They made their way down the stairs, with Christine holding the doors open for Jonathan to manhandle the heavy box around. When they got back to the carpark, Jonathan gratefully placed the box into the car boot.
Their mothers were still chatting away, but as Christine and Jonathan approached, Mrs. Cathcart brought the conversation to a close.
Christine nervously rang the bell and waited for her gran. Her hair was cut very short at the back and sides, and set into a helmet of stiff, shiny, silver curls on top of her head. Christine remembered that on Saturday mornings a local hairdresser came and opened up the salon on the ground floor of the flats and all the ladies went to have their hair done. Most of them seemed to have the same style as Gran, though Christine remembered that Gran had worn hers in a longer, less severe style though still neatly permed before she had come to live in the flats.
Gran looked critically over Christine. I was quite cross with her, and I think that she now understands that a proper hairstyle is supposed to last for for several days, if you Forced perm story after it carefully. You really should have yours tidied up Sheila, so a set will last you all week. I want to see her looking like a proper, respectable young lady for once! Are you busy?
My granddaughter needs a tidy up and a set…. There was clearly no arguing with Gran in this mood, so Christine and her mum obediently followed as she swept out of her flat. This was obviously Carol. Easy enough to sort out though. Into the chair with you then, young lady. Christine decided that having come this far with her hair and general appearance, she might as well make her Gran happy, and sat meekly in the chair.
Is that all right for you? This question was clearly aimed not at Christine, but at her Gran, who happily replied. Short, neat and respectable. She knew what was coming, and allowed Carol to firmly push her head down, chin onto chest. Christine was then ushered out of the chair and marched across the salon to one of two large hairdryers mounted on the far wall.
Mum was a bit surprised by this. I suppose it could perhaps do with a set…. Mum opened her mouth to argue, and then thought better of it. She was then soaked with the pale pink setting lotion and rolled up tightly on more spiky plastic rollers. Christine was secretly delighted to see her mum being told what to do, and decided that it was well worth being given no choice about her severe cropping and prim little set, in order to see mum subjected to the same treatment.
The hairnet was removed, followed by the rollers, and Carol used a fine toothed comb to briskly tease the rigid tubes of hair into a smooth helmet shape. This was then locked into place with several long blasts from an enormous can of old fashioned hair lacquer. Christine had now had a few moments to appraise her new hairstyle, and had tentatively decided that she actually quite liked it.
Whether she kept up the prim and proper shampoo and set, or washed it out for Forced perm story plain, no-nonsense tight perm, she had no option but to look like a very smart and conservative young lady, just as her grandmother had always wanted her. There was even less possibility than before of making her hair look in any way trendy or fashionable, and she realised that this was just fine with her. Which, when she thought about it, was a very good thing, because she was now stuck with her very short, very curly hair for the foreseeable future.
Christine thought that the new style made her look very smart, though perhaps older than she had before. Now, would you like me to book Forced perm story in for a regular Saturday shampoo and set? And it does look very smart, so yes, please, book me in as one of your regular shampoo and set ladies.
If Eileen is closing down then perhaps a few more of her ladies will come to me. She had come to pick up Jonathan to help her take her old clothes to the charity shop and, hopefully, take him to the barbers for a short, smart haircut of his own. She was looking forward to seeing his long, scruffy hair cut up nice and short and unconsciously her hand went to the back of her neck to feel where her own hair had been neatly clippered off.
It occurred to her that Jonathan might be a little shocked to see how short her hair was now, even though he had seen her with her neat and tidy perm that morning. Cathcart had answered the door. Your mother said that she thought your Gran would want Forced perm story tidied up a bit more. Ah, Jonathan, there you are. Christine and Jonathan got into the car, and Christine glanced across at him. He was still smartly dressed as he had been that morning, and his hair, which had got slightly dishevelled carrying boxes was once again neatly combed with a nice straight parting. Christine assumed that Mrs.
Cathcart had made sure that Jonathan still looked presentable, but decided not to mention it. They parked near the charity shop, and after a couple of trips they had transferred all of Christines old clothes to the delighted volunteers.Forced perm story
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