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My aunt Missy and mom like to tell a story about something she did in the 1960's. She had beautiful blond hair that was below waist length (I've seen pictures). It was just a bit wavy, which was a no no. She used to IRON it on the ironing board to get it straight as an arrow.One afternoon while ironing it she was distracted by the TV. All of a sudden my mom (her sister) noticed a terrible smell and smoke coming from her sisters hair. When the iron was raised the hair had been badly damaged. My mom threw the nearest liquid on it to cool it off. It was a cup of bleach! Missy blamed my mom for years. Grandma tried to brush it out but great hunks fell out. It was singed and brittle and a mess. Aunt missy ran to her room and cut off the damage - It ended up about bra strap length.Needless to say she threw the iron away.
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