Miss Clairol in the conservatory with the curling iron

Clue: The culprits took the tv, and the curling iron, but dropped the laptop on the driveway. Talk about your bad hair day!

Police log in local newspaper: Sample for middle school journalism students to rewrite.

WWELD? What would Elmore Leonard do, or Dippity Do? Donald Westlake's Dortmunder gang? Maybe Jonas Jonasson's 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window with the curling iron?

Who? What? Where? When? Why? I bet my journalism teacher, Beverly Renee Blume nee Austin is rolling in her grave or on some sandy beach somewhere...

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seana graham said...

A little present for Mrs. Criminal maybe? Just to show she wasn't forgotten during the heist.

Those hair commercials were hilarious. "Innocent color"--don't remember that one.

Collagemama said...

I still have nightmares where I'm trying to look in the make-up mirror hanging on my neck to roll hair curlers on the back of my head. If I could afford therapy I would recline on the psychologist's couch (think Bob Newhart) with my hair done up in gigantic rollers and lament my inability to tell left from right.

seana graham said...

My sister used to roll up her really very curly hair in soup cans to straighten it--I have no idea how she managed to sleep. For better or worse I was much too lazy to ever have these problems, and my hair wasn't curly anyway. I had way too much hair curling done by others before I was old enough to protest to ever do it voluntarily.

Collagemama said...

And then there was the torture of nylons with garter belts vs. primitive early pantyhose!

No amount of money and Yardley eye shadow could entice me back to junior high school in the late Sixties!