Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Surly this belongs in a Hair Hall of Fame!
I found this in the January 19, 1967 edition of the Marion Star - my hometown newspaper - tucked in a cupboard at my mother's house. I have no idea why my stepfather or his wife tucked it there. I have no idea why my step brother and sister wanted nothing to do with it when they emptied the house of their parents posessions after my step father died. And until we started The Hair Hall of Fame blog, it never dawned on me what I would ever do with it while I was saving it in and acid free enevelope.
Well, thank God I did save it.
I can find nothing on Marjorie Barnekow. I have tore up the Internet, and I have searched hi and low and nothing on this nationally famous Wig Consultant. Nor can I find anything to back up the assertion that Brunettes can be exotic. If this were true, my mother would wear finger cymbals.
So wherever you are Majorie, I salute you. And I will forever feel cheated that I was denied a chance to go to Wigs-A-Go-Go.
Now I want to oopen a dance bar with that name. Will this torment ever end?