I grew up during Charlie's Angels. During Farrah Fawcett's Charlie's Angels. I fully admit that she was by far my favorite. So pretty and blond and soft-spoken. But you could tell Charlie really respected her and she just looked so great with a gun. Or maybe it was just all about the hair...
From 1976-1980 she was THE star. (At least in my eyes). From my early Junior High School days, all I wanted was WINGS...I was obsessed with it. I tried so many things. I'd blow dry my thin, fly-away, twelve year old hair until it became all burnt out looking and then I'd curling iron the front until I looked like I had two pieces of corn on my forehead. And then I'd go to school like that. Here's a shout out to anyine who was friends with me: "Thank You!"
I'd worry about my wings everyday, knowing that it was an absolute fail, but that there was nothing I could do. I had completely uncooperative, split-endy, mind-of-it's-own hair. And of course there were the girls that DID have wings. I remember being awe-struck by them. One girl in particular: not only did she have wings, she had fabulous lip gloss and rode horses. How on earth could anyone keep up with that?
Well, turn the clock forward 39 years. I am so proud!! After countless rounds of chemo and losing my hair countless times, I have been rewarded with not only good health, but WINGS!!! And I just HAD to post a picture to show off. It's a miracle! (I'm referring to the good health, of course...)
