ninnymary
Garden Master
Well so lucky, I glad I'm not the oldest one here.
Mary
Mary
LOL, you mentioned once we might be long lost sisters or something! YEP. No skinny dipping for me. Even my Mother called me the family Prude. LOLNo to skinny dipping. I was such a goody-two shoes growing up that I made myself sick.
Except for a couple of times Mom had my hair cut (once was for lice) and permed, I had long hair. I always felt that long hair was easier to work with and less time consuming than short stuff, and with my straight strings, curlers were a nightly penance. Braids or pony tails and hair wrapped around my head were always favorites with me.
About 12 years ago, my son's child died suddenly in his sleep. On the day of his funeral, I stepped into a hair salon and asked that my hair be cut short. Of course, those were the last legible words I spoke to the beautician that day. Never-the-less, I attended the funeral with a boy cut and have kept my hair relatively short ever since.
Usually waiting until I can't stand the grown-out mess and resorting to tiny ponytails or barrettes to keep it out of my face and off my neck before getting it cut and (now) permed again. As my avatar shows, I did let it grow out to its natural color, but decided later that I needed some color. I chose a much lighter version of my very dark brown natural color because it seems more appropriate to my age. I felt that the 'natural' I used to have was, like Nyboy's brother, far too dark to look real.
I seldom wore make-up when teaching and continued to go bare-faced once I retired. I do wear light make-up for special occasions (can't think of one right now) but I usually end up purchasing all new make-up each time since the stuff is almost always out of date by the second use. It seems I took all of my time taking care of others that I just gave up taking care of myself. I yam what I yam!
No No that was ME not Red. LOLWow Red, for your mom to call you a prude.......that's almost unbelievable! You must have been pure gold.
I think when I was a kid, my biggest deterrent was getting "the talk" from my parents. You know the talk, how disappointed they are in me, how they know I knew better, was taught better, should be a shining example for kids younger than me, blah blah blah. I truly didn't want to disappoint my parents, but lots of times the devil made me do it.