Bee Hives
What a unique name for a hair do that clearly resembles a "bee hive" in the swirly way it is teased about 10 inches from the base of the skull. It was the rage in the early 60's. According to my research it was inspired by a hat owned by Margaret Vinci Heldt. She was the creator of the beehive hair style and was being honored on January 7, 2011 on the 50th birthday of the hair style. This hairstyle lasted a decade and we all suffered from the style.
I remember my bee hive! I was one of the girls who made a weekly appointment to get that lovely hairstyle. I went for my weekly style at one of the local beauty salons. Pam Hamilton and her sister, Vicki, plus a few other hair stylists have put up many a bee hive for me. I have the fondest memories of the bee hive up-do. Here are a few I'll share with you.
When the bee hive first came into vogue I immediately had mine done. I loved it, it was lacquered and hard as a rock, but I was so in! It stayed up until we chiseled it down each week. I learned to do what everyone else did, scratch your scalp with a pencil being careful not to mess the hive up. How could it move? You could be in a Hurricane and your clothes blow off, but yet, the beehive would still stand!
I had a beehive on my wedding day. The veil pretty much covered it in the wedding pictures. The hair never moved, not one strand, throughout the honeymoon and possible 48, nearly 49 years later if I hadn't washed my hair, it would still be standing. I did learn you had to wrap the style in toilet paper before going to bed so I bought colored paper the color of my negligee's so it would look more like a turban and pinned a brooch type pin in the front with some of the hair sticking out.
One night I had wrapped about a roll of toilet paper around my hair when the door bell rang. I peeked out and it was our friends from Hillsboro. Quickly I unwrapped my hair (about 15 minutes) and went to the door to greet them. They had their 4 children and their dog with them. Later we ran out of toilet paper and I had to give up my pink paper for the other end of the anatomy for our guests. Always the hostess!
I recall another time when I left my "real" Christmas tree up until February. I came home and decided it was time to take it down. Oh my gosh - can we say PORCUPINE????? I had bleeding fingers from removing the ornaments and when I pulled the fire hazard, dried out tree through the narrow living room door, barbs flew every where. For days after that I was picking out pine needles from my beehive.
My sister in law called me and told me about a job I would enjoy. It was my chance to get on where she worked and where some of my friends worked. I must look my best so I went to the Beauty shop for a bee hive redo and the beautician put this blue stuff called Roux Rinse on my hair to tone down the blond. When they finished with me, I looked in the mirror and my hair was the color of lavender. I went through so much getting this style; we were poor and I was shy-- too shy to speak up. I just went home with Lavender hair hoping it would tone down by morning.
The day came for my job interview at State Farm Insurance. I thought I looked fantastic, but did notice the lady who interviewed me kept looking at my hair. A couple of weeks later I received word that the position I applied for wasn't a glamorous job - - file clerk. I was embarrassed years later when I think upon it, but also it makes me laugh to know what a young wet behind the ears girl I was then, 19 years old with no clue how to dress for an interview!
Then came the time I was helping move a piano from my mom's house and had a new white fur jacket on and, you guessed it-- my bee hive hairstyle. The truck we were transporting the piano on got stuck in the mud. I tried to help push the truck out of the rut, and the tires spun around throwing mud up on my fur jacket and yes, my bee hive! Can we say dripping?
When our older daughter Angie was about 3 years old we carved her a pumpkin for Halloween, and yes, I was still sporting a bee hive hair style in 1968 (still popular) and I arrived home wearing my new blue trench coat when I spotted the rotten pumpkin still sitting on the air conditioner in our front room window. It looked sad, sort of leaning to the left a lot. Maybe because we were already in the middle of November. I scooted the trash barrel around to the front of the house while complaining to myself. I placed the can right below the porch and the oozy jack-o-lantern was dropped from about 3 feet to the trash. Plop! It exploded and blew up all down the front of my new blue trench coat. Strings of rotten pumpkin and seeds were dripping from my bee hive!
Later, the shag hairstyle came into vogue; I was free at last--no more bee hive for me! Last night while watching the news the latest and greatest bee hive is coming back! I hope Charmin still makes colored toilet paper!
I remember my bee hive! I was one of the girls who made a weekly appointment to get that lovely hairstyle. I went for my weekly style at one of the local beauty salons. Pam Hamilton and her sister, Vicki, plus a few other hair stylists have put up many a bee hive for me. I have the fondest memories of the bee hive up-do. Here are a few I'll share with you.
When the bee hive first came into vogue I immediately had mine done. I loved it, it was lacquered and hard as a rock, but I was so in! It stayed up until we chiseled it down each week. I learned to do what everyone else did, scratch your scalp with a pencil being careful not to mess the hive up. How could it move? You could be in a Hurricane and your clothes blow off, but yet, the beehive would still stand!
I had a beehive on my wedding day. The veil pretty much covered it in the wedding pictures. The hair never moved, not one strand, throughout the honeymoon and possible 48, nearly 49 years later if I hadn't washed my hair, it would still be standing. I did learn you had to wrap the style in toilet paper before going to bed so I bought colored paper the color of my negligee's so it would look more like a turban and pinned a brooch type pin in the front with some of the hair sticking out.
One night I had wrapped about a roll of toilet paper around my hair when the door bell rang. I peeked out and it was our friends from Hillsboro. Quickly I unwrapped my hair (about 15 minutes) and went to the door to greet them. They had their 4 children and their dog with them. Later we ran out of toilet paper and I had to give up my pink paper for the other end of the anatomy for our guests. Always the hostess!
I recall another time when I left my "real" Christmas tree up until February. I came home and decided it was time to take it down. Oh my gosh - can we say PORCUPINE????? I had bleeding fingers from removing the ornaments and when I pulled the fire hazard, dried out tree through the narrow living room door, barbs flew every where. For days after that I was picking out pine needles from my beehive.
My sister in law called me and told me about a job I would enjoy. It was my chance to get on where she worked and where some of my friends worked. I must look my best so I went to the Beauty shop for a bee hive redo and the beautician put this blue stuff called Roux Rinse on my hair to tone down the blond. When they finished with me, I looked in the mirror and my hair was the color of lavender. I went through so much getting this style; we were poor and I was shy-- too shy to speak up. I just went home with Lavender hair hoping it would tone down by morning.
The day came for my job interview at State Farm Insurance. I thought I looked fantastic, but did notice the lady who interviewed me kept looking at my hair. A couple of weeks later I received word that the position I applied for wasn't a glamorous job - - file clerk. I was embarrassed years later when I think upon it, but also it makes me laugh to know what a young wet behind the ears girl I was then, 19 years old with no clue how to dress for an interview!
Then came the time I was helping move a piano from my mom's house and had a new white fur jacket on and, you guessed it-- my bee hive hairstyle. The truck we were transporting the piano on got stuck in the mud. I tried to help push the truck out of the rut, and the tires spun around throwing mud up on my fur jacket and yes, my bee hive! Can we say dripping?
When our older daughter Angie was about 3 years old we carved her a pumpkin for Halloween, and yes, I was still sporting a bee hive hair style in 1968 (still popular) and I arrived home wearing my new blue trench coat when I spotted the rotten pumpkin still sitting on the air conditioner in our front room window. It looked sad, sort of leaning to the left a lot. Maybe because we were already in the middle of November. I scooted the trash barrel around to the front of the house while complaining to myself. I placed the can right below the porch and the oozy jack-o-lantern was dropped from about 3 feet to the trash. Plop! It exploded and blew up all down the front of my new blue trench coat. Strings of rotten pumpkin and seeds were dripping from my bee hive!
Later, the shag hairstyle came into vogue; I was free at last--no more bee hive for me! Last night while watching the news the latest and greatest bee hive is coming back! I hope Charmin still makes colored toilet paper!
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