I have very little fashion sense. Which, frankly, makes no sense. I grew up in the 70s with Abba and Blondie, Diana Ross and Diane Keaton. I visited my grandmother in New York City where at seven and eight I was wandering through the rounds at Lord and Taylor’s and Alexander’s. I watched Charlie’s Angels and pored over Bob Mackie’s book on costume design. I had Barbies (not the Sunshine Family, mind you—though curiously enough, my adult style more resembles their wardrobe than Barbie’s) and I never missed an episode of Dance Fever. For God’s sake, I even worked for Nicole Miller!
And yet, style has always eluded me.
In fact, very recently, I was reminded just how fast and far it had run away.
Last summer, during a visit with one of my very dearest friends who I’ve known since 7th grade, she happened to mention to my husband over dinner: “Did Erika ever tell you that she used to put toothpaste in her hair?”
He looked at me, stunned. I looked a bit stunned too. Frankly, I had honestly blocked that out forgotten. But then it came rushing back to me that, yes! in ninth grade, in lieu of the more traditional methods (aka, mousse), I used to employ the tiniest bit of toothpaste to achieve the desired rise in my bangs.
Crest. Maybe Aim. Whatever was at the sink. I wasn’t picky.
But you want to know the scariest part of this story? (Yeah, scarier than putting toothpaste in my hair.) That until my dearest friend looked across the table at me last summer and screamed in mock horror at the memory, it had never occurred to me that putting toothpaste in my hair was gross.
Anyway, I thought it was a good look. My friend might even say, unforgettable.
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Since misery loves company, it’s time to share: What’s the craziest thing you ever did to look “stylish?”