Go casual one minute. Go glamorous the next. Oh, OK. But…which one of these is supposed to be casual? And…err…which one is supposed to be glamorous? I see a lot of hundred-pound curl skyscrapers. And reinforced-with-steel mini flips. And something that you might wear if you’re playing the title role in the suburban-dinner-theater version of I Dream Of Jeannie.
I suppose this was the height (so to speak) of fashion in 1966. I was four years old, what do I know about it? I had pigtails and bangs.
Pick the look you’d like to have and a David & David hairpiece will create it for you. Really? I had no idea a hairpiece could do all that. Maybe it could run out and get me a few things at the store, too.
[From Life, May 20, 1966.]
Wiglomeration is a word made up by Charles Dickens in Bleak House. It means legal fussing and complications that end up in a huge intricate mess – which made me think of these wigs. “How mankind ever came to be afflicted with Wiglomeration, or for whose sins these young people ever fell in a pit of it, I don’t know…”