The Death of Hairspray: Part III

And now, the end is near…

The 90s were mid swing, and I moved to Seattle. Of course I did!? The people were great and the area is amazingly beautiful, but I’m a southern girl and I can’t stay away from the South for very long. But, while I was gone, I stopped using hairspray. Yes, just stopped. Cold Turkey.

When I came back, hairspray use was alive and well in the South, though.

I distinctly remember going into a local jewelry store and the woman who worked there asking me if no one fixed their hair in Seattle.

Why? Because my hair was stick straight.

By her standards I should’ve had it poufy and sprayed, like I used to.

I just couldn’t go back, though.

My relationship with hairspray was over … forever.

photo credit: AstridWestvang via photopin cc

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