Welcome dear friends to our Timewarp-Bloghop, I hope a lot of peeps and pets will show their past&present pics. On the invitation I showed you my Timewarp-pics and today I will show you some of my mom and I will tell you the stories
about bad hairstyles behind:
The first pic is from many moons ago, as her granny dragged her the first time of her life to a hair salon, but the hair salon was for guys, a barber shop. After the hair-guy did that scandalous concoction they went to a photo studio and there the picture-guy said: Please tell HIM!!! HE!!! should be quiet and wait till HE!!! has a turn. What a blindworm, efurrybuddy can see, that she is a GIRL! or not? Guess what the nickname of this barber-shop guy was? Bristle-thistle and they all knew why. Oh and don’t notice mom’s outfit, at this time her great auntie bought a knitting machine and the whole family had to wear her creations.
That pic was taken as my mom was 6 or 7 years old. Similarities with famous persons are by pure chance…
She was on a lake with her grampy. By now we have no clue where it was, it was just a lake and it must be probably summer… (btw. maybe a photo for Sammy’s tuesday-teaser LOL) At this time she was uncomplicated and humble. Her greatest wishes: a horse, a canoe and black fur to be Pocahontas. If you ask me I would add a tanning bed to her wishlist, her make up skills are more pitiful as we can see on this photo.
Later she tried to enter the showbiz together with her BFF and their first plan was to replace Agnetha and Anni-Frid of Abba. This was the reason for the one and only beef with her BFF, because no one of them would be married with the bearded guy of Abba, he was looking so darned old with his beard. Therefore my mom sang “Waterloo” from the tower of an old castle . (fortunately the castle was still a ruin BEFORE she started to sing)
Later my mom was the common teenager, waywardly, obstinate with farts and bubbles in her head and as crazy as a box of frogs. She and her BFF planned a great career as the female “Modern-Talking“. (please be nice to your ears&eyes and DON’T click on the link or google it) Unfortunately both couldn’t sing ( just as the real Modern Talking). They even tortured a guy who had a cover-band, but they called it audition. They sang “The house of the rising sun” till the guy had tears in his eyes, either with laughing or with pains, I don’t know. His valuation was short and easy: Girls, forget it. They fortunately followed the advice of the pro, but the song isn’t the same anymore …. What have you done to this song, Ma?
Fortunately the time can heal wounds, bad hairstyles and blackouts and some embarrassing years later she was nearly normal and reduced their high-flying ideas to marry Dads rival Rod and her greatest wish was to destroy the ozonosphere with tons of Aquanet ( plan succeeded mom, congratulations!)
Today she is as good as cured, because she has me. Her best friend, kid, soulmate, mentor, shopping guide and supervisor in one pawson.
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