Summer Blowout by Claire Cook

Author:Claire Cook
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781401396435
Publisher: Hyperion

SEAN RYAN WAS USING THE SALON computer to search the Internet, and I was mixing up some Aveda Full Spectrum Protective Permanent Crème Hair Color. It was the darkest color they made, Level 1, which was a blue black, what I thought of as coal black. Far too many older women picked a dark, shoe polishy color like this, hoping to return to the deep color of their youth, and they never even noticed it was so harsh it washed out their coloring and called attention to each and every wrinkle. Women’s hair color should always go lighter as they age.

But Level 1 was a great color for a dog, and this particular product was 97 percent natural and fairly gentle for a permanent color. I was a little bit concerned about using it so soon after those highlights, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

I screwed the top on the applicator bottle and started shaking it. I loved being in the salon after hours. It reminded me of when we were little kids, and we’d get to hang out with my father while my mother cooked a big Sunday dinner, and he caught up on work. He’d pull out some bins filled to the brim with pink rollers and silver hair clips for us, and Angela, Mario, and I would go to town on our dolls.

We’d start by washing their hair in the sinks. I had a Tressy doll. She had a tiny key that was attached to a white belt wrapped around her waist. You inserted the key in her back, very Stepford Wives in hindsight, and I remembered wondering if it hurt her. You twisted the key to make her hair shorter, but before I washed Tressy, I’d push the button in her tummy and yank on the hair to make it as long as it would go.

Angela had a Cricket doll, who was Tressy’s little sister, just like Angela was mine. Cricket also had hair that grew and a key hanging from a belt. Mario had started out with a G.I. Joe, but he’d lobbied long and hard until eventually he got his own Mary Make Up. Mary’s hair didn’t grow, but her face was waxy, so that makeup could be applied to it and easily removed.

Mario took to her like a duck to water, and it was no surprise to anyone that the trajectory of his life had gone from Mary Make Up to professional hair and makeup. Mary Make Up and Tressy were exactly the same size, and Mario and I loved that we could share clothes and have twice the wardrobe.

After we washed the dolls’ hair, we’d pile boxes on salon chairs so the dolls could sit high enough for us to work on them, and then we’d start wrapping their hair around the smallest curlers we could find. We taught ourselves to make spit curls, too, with real spit, and to anchor them with silver hair clips. Then we’d hold the dolls under the hair dryers, checking them occasionally to make sure they didn’t start to melt.

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