Do you remember curlers? I do—a kind of torture device from my youth that I used to tame my curly hair. The sort I used had brushes inside with plastic sticks to keep them on overnight. Perhaps they were the source of my teenage insomnia.
Why anyone would want to have a picture of their hair in curlers? Was this perhaps taken to document an impromptu visit? Neither of the women, one middle aged and one older, looks very happy posing.
We see a clear generational contrast between the two women. The younger one, on the right, wears a casual top and pants. The older, on the left, looks to be wearing a polyester knit dress, so popular in the 1970s. Hers is a little too small.
Even more puzzling is the fact that this was a picture postcard, made by a company that has left no trace on the internet. At least the women had the good taste not to send it.
I am on holiday in London and coincidentally, spotted today a quite elderly woman having her hair set (with tiny rollers) in a local hairdressers. I wouldn’t think there would be too many hairdressers left who would know how to create these old styles.
What is with the curlered woman’s right hand?
I remember using orange juice cans as rollers.
I think they both have cigarettes in their right hands.