When I was younger I used to get a ton of compliments on A. my Sheerly Temple curls (which I secretly miss). when I went into my grandma's hair salon all the older ladies would touch it and say how curly and thick it was. Kinda creeped me out a tad, I always envisioned them trying to steal my hair. And B. my lips. My ex's mom asked me when I was a mere 19 years old if I had them "done".
Then I was getting my hair done the other week and another stylist complimented me on their shape. I really do love them. Sometimes I forget how unique and old world they are. I see my face sometimes and instantly know I was not meant to be a part of this century. I was so meant for the 20s! With some fierce finger waves and my lip shape I coulda been the bee's knee's baby!
That, and now that my hair is longer, when I braid it, I feel a little like Wednesday Adams.