HOWEVER, DURING THE TIME I spent waiting for my rescue, I decided I’d make myself over. My very English look had to go!
I spent a whopping forty dollars (that was considered a lot of money back then) to get my hair cut and styled by a young stylist named Andre. He gave me a very sleek side parted page-boy hairdo and also took the time to show me how to blow-dry my hair. Blow-drying was the new ‘in’ thing.
Next, I went shopping for a new skin care regime. Erno Laszlo was what I wanted but was far too expensive. As was my next choice of Janet Sartin. I was standing in Marshall Field’s downtown store drooling over the expensive products when I heard a familiar voice say, “I don’t know why she’s looking at those things. She can’t afford them cause she ain’t got no job!” I got out of there as fast as I could and headed for the train. I settled for products I could get at the local Venture’s.