When I was a teenager, my favorite television show was Charlie's Angels. My favorite was Jaclyn Smith, but of course like every other girl my age I wanted Farrah Fawcett's hair. Never mind that my hair was red, and not nearly thick enough to form a barely tamed mane, I still spent hours with hot rollers, a curling iron, whatever torturous implement I could find.
Click below for the result—it's not pretty, and the 70s decor is pretty awful too. (Yes, that was a fake plant. Real fire though.)
I was sad to hear of her death. She was an icon, and in the end, a pretty admirable one. I could have done worse.
