by onceupon
Images of doom. Also, Orlando. With the occasional spot of metamoblogging. Because being recursive is fun.
These are vintage hair pins, and are actually nothing like our bobby pins.... Are these called grips there? I can't find them in stores.
Nah, those are hair pins. I associate them with my nana. Not that she had much hair to pin when I knew her.
Yeah, I got these from my great-grandmother ages ago. It takes twice as many of them to hold the hair, but bobby pins rip my hair out something awful.
By the time Granny gave me these, she had a bald spot, so she certainly didn't need them anymore. She horded things though. She also gave me a huge tin of old wooden matches. I haven't had to buy matches since the mid-90s.
Oh, quite. I imagine such a look would light a fire under the feet of fashionistas everywhere.