If you haven't yet ventured on to my about me page, you're missing out. Here, I will fill you in.
Growing up, beautiful people consumed my thoughts. If I encountered a put together, "Ladies Who Lunch" type, I stared openly with out a care in the world. I wanted to be a part of that, and when I was young I didn't know how to make that happen. Then, Jesus himself came down and opened my eyes to the wonderful world of Cosmetology.
It didn't take long, I was hooked instantly. So hooked that when I got the opportunity to start beauty school while in high school I pounced! Yep! You read correctly, I started my first day when I just 14 years old. My adolescent, anxiety ridden brain was convinced that I'd be thrust into an Edward Scissorhands esque drama. Little did I know, they actually make you read books and study things like color theory, all before they hand you your first pair of "shears" ( let's be honest they were duller than my toddlers non existent safety scissors).
No matter how intense my teen angst got I knew once I got my hands on a mannequin I could escape. My escape, you ask? I couldn't say to be truthful, I don't know where my mind goes. When I'm focused in and doing my thing, total peace, and a slight glow surrounds me...... Okay I'll tone down the theatrics.....NOT! Seriously, if you've ever found your happy place, where the sense of complete contentment and overwhelming nothingness you know what I'm talking about! I can only think to equate this joy to the man on the bridge who fished all day, caught nothing but still goes home happy.
So in case you haven't caught on yet, I love what I do. I think my work proves that. I love hair, beauty and above all, I love people. I want people to view my space as a safe place, where you can learn to love yourself more than you did yesterday. Here there is no judgement, just love and acceptance. Think of the hair as just a bonus!
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