I'd do that now 'cept not enuff to grease.
I was in a pharmacy looking for a shaving oil (didn't find any) and was surprized by how many beard and mustache softening/conditioning products there are. Lots of them. Who knew?
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I'd do that now 'cept not enuff to grease.
Not enough menI was in a pharmacy looking for a shaving oil (didn't find any) and was surprized by how many beard and mustache softening/conditioning products there are. Who knew?
I was in a pharmacy looking for a shaving oil (didn't find any) and was surprized by how many beard and mustache softening/conditioning products there are. Who knew?
I used to peg my own pants."Brylcream, a liddle dab a dooya, -they'll luv to run dere fingers thru yahair!"
(Except they mostly went eauuuuuuu!)
Greywoulf
-Who loved his DA haircut, his pegged pants, and his blue suede shoes!

So much bunkum. The only oil that penetrates the hair shaft is coconut oil. And very, very little is needed, if it's needed. Everything else is just shiny gunk that will go rancid.
I was in a pharmacy looking for a shaving oil (didn't find any) and was surprized by how many beard and mustache softening/conditioning products there are. Lots of them. Who knew?
"Brylcream, a liddle dab a dooya, -they'll luv to run dere fingers thru yahair!"
(Except they mostly went eauuuuuuu!)
Greywoulf
-Who loved his DA haircut, his pegged pants, and his blue suede shoes!
I graduated in 1970. We were the same, basically. No jeans, but we could wear sneakers, girls could not wear trousers except after school like if working on a float or a banner. If you wore dressy flared trousers you were a dope-smoking pinko radical anarchist. The published dress code was long, and the part that will forever stick with me was about boys' haircuts: "No ducktails, fenders or sideburns."Ya shoulda seen 64, lotta rules. T-shirts as undershirts or at phys ed only, collared shirts, no jeans, dress type shoes(sneakers only for phys ed),fairly short hair[DA's were frowned on], girls dresses hadda touch their knees, etc.
But...but...that's YOU!I just read an article about me in the Winter/Spring 2004 issue of Style 1900.Here are the first couple of pages.
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But...but...that's YOU!
While in Army Basic Training (Fort Leonard Wood) a group of us trainees went to St. Louis and all got rose tattoos on our right arms. It was kind of a bonding symbol. When I met Carey I wanted to add her name to my rose tattoo but she insisted we wait five years. On our fifth anniversary I went to a tattoo parlor and had her name put on my arm. It looks like it was made to order-- the artist did a good job matching the rose theme.I have no tattoos and have no desire to have them. I do have some scars.
I graduated in 1970. We were the same, basically. No jeans, but we could wear sneakers, girls could not wear trousers except after school like if working on a float or a banner. If you wore dressy flared trousers you were a dope-smoking pinko radical anarchist. The published dress code was long, and the part that will forever stick with me was about boys' haircuts: "No ducktails, fenders or sideburns."
It's 'enhancing' one's self. It's so common now even in the Mom group. Sometimes they are very good art and sometimes not.While in Army Basic Training (Fort Leonard Wood) a group of us trainees went to St. Louis and all got rose tattoos on our right arms. It was kind of a bonding symbol. When I met Carey I wanted to add her name to my rose tattoo but she insisted we wait five years. On our fifth anniversary I went to a tattoo parlor and had her name put on my arm. It looks like it was made to order-- the artist did a good job matching the rose theme.
My late brother Tom had a heart on his forearm and a scroll that said "Mom." Back when we got tattoos it was usually an indicator that you were either a) a veteran or b) a biker. Today it's like the young people just enjoy defacing themselves.