Mine was red plastic. The loops were like Goldilocks’ 3 bears: too tight, too stretched out, and just right. You can guess the proportion of just right to the others! I remember this from the late 60s – early 70s?
My mother had a book (she was born in 1933) that got passed down to me called “Elin’s Amerika.” It was about a Swedish immigrant family, and in particular, the young daughter. I think she was 12? 13? And the big thing was that was the age you got to wear the wreath. I just Googled it and yep, I remember that cover! It was a good story.
Everyone in the BCN world – at least the cats and the robber mice – loves “Our IX Lives”- except for Elvis, who is too dignified to watch a soap. (Or is he?)
Yes, been there, bought it, still have it on the shelf (waiting to be rotated on the menu again)!