Nana, my dad Bill, me with dyed black hair and my dad's uncle, Tom Lyle Williams, founder of the Maybelline Company.
I hoped to be a Maybelline model after I graduated high school. My grandmother convinced me to dress up for Christmas in a black cocktail dress, heals and of course my Chicken of the Sea hair-do to impress Unk Ile. He took one look at me he said, "My god, Sharrie, you look like a 35 year old woman, not a teenage girl.
Was that a good or bad thing? I wasn't sure, but it wasn't what he was looking for in a Maybelline model. He was targeting the teenage market in 1966. In fact, Unk Ile, wanted just the opposite of my exotic look. Maybelline was going for a softer, more natural look. So my hopes of becoming the next teen Maybelline model were smashed.
Nana watched me mope around a while, then said, "Sharrie, Darling, why don't you go back to Chicago next summer and stay with your Great aunts and uncles, meet your cousins and and get to know the Chicago branch of the family.
My spirits lifted and I was on my way. Here I am, Queen of the super rollers, with my sister, Donna and her pin straight surfer girl hair. she was happy to see me go for the summer, envisioning driving my 57, blue and white Chevy, to the beach everyday and surf. I was excited to take my first plane ride back to where the story all began.
|Exotic and over dressed for every occasion in Chicago.|
Nana encouraged me to take notes to document my trip in a letter to Unk Ile, when I got back. I did, and those notes became part of the book I'd publish 45 years later.
Read more of my book, The Maybelline Story. I guarantee you, you won't be able to put it down.