‘Covet’ doesn’t begin to describe it …

I’m almost ashamed to write this post. To admit I am capable of being so … so … so superficial. Such a victim of fashion. But I was a kid at the time. beggingWhat did I know? At least that’s how I’ve decided to look at it.

If it wasn’t for today’s WordPress Daily Prompt I would probably never have mentioned it. Hell, I would never have thought of it. Period. “Was there a toy or thing you always wanted as a child, during the holidays or on your birthday, but never received? Tell us about it.”

In my case it wasn’t a toy. Nor did I always want “it”. It wasn’t a holiday or my birthday either. It was just an ordinary Saturday. I was about 11 or twelve years old. No more than 13 to be sure.

As was the custom then, my mother had her hair done every Saturday. Women still used rollers in their hair. Pre Vidal Sassoon cuts. Pre blow dryers. Men still went to barbers. Women went to hairdressers.

Anyway, I often went with my mother. It was our girls’ day out. She and her twin sister went to the same salon, so the three of us would always have lunch when they were done; and then we’d go shopping. We

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