1940s...ish
A couple weeks ago a bunch of friends and I went out for our bi-annual dress-up-and-be-fancy-at-a-normal-resturant party. Our party of 35 had dinner reservations for 8:30 and I, because of a series of unfortunate events, only had 15 minutes to change out of my filthy renaissance faire costume (I work a couple of the renaissance faires in Southern California) into my dress, do my hair and makeup.
I curled my hair with ragcurls that I'd put in the night before and wore under my muffin cap and snood all day. All I did was spray it lightly with water before putting it up. No setting lotion, no hairspray, no gel. I'm not perfectly happy with it. I can tell by looking which of the curls I set and which my roommate set. ... that's the last time I get her to help me with them. Anyway, the curls lasted me through the next faire day while being crushed by my snood and through work/school on Monday.
Edit: I forgot the pictures!
I curled my hair with ragcurls that I'd put in the night before and wore under my muffin cap and snood all day. All I did was spray it lightly with water before putting it up. No setting lotion, no hairspray, no gel. I'm not perfectly happy with it. I can tell by looking which of the curls I set and which my roommate set. ... that's the last time I get her to help me with them. Anyway, the curls lasted me through the next faire day while being crushed by my snood and through work/school on Monday.
Edit: I forgot the pictures!