In one, a plastic-caped woman in her forties was having her hair permed.

She was a small, slight woman in her early forties, her dyed-brown hair recently permed.

I'd had a woman get angry with me once in California because I wouldn't tell her where I'd gotten my hair permed.

She was always well-groomed, lipstick bright, hair permed, a double row of pearls around her neck.

I understand that Mr. Klein's sister recently got her hair permed.

Nicely turned out: hair recently permed, only a touch of lipstick, face powder.

They could get their hair permed every day and they'd still be a couple of conceited snots.

Can't keep, can't, keeps from having my hair permed anyway!

But we've gotta keep you from having hair permed!

A faculty picture badge clipped to her lapel showed her hair permed.