“Your Hair is the crown you never take off”
I grew up to the sound of my father's scissors cutting my wet hair. The feeling of the wet droplets dripping down my face. A gown draped around my body, at home in the laundry on one of our wooden kitchen farm chairs. The hum of blow dryers. The sweet, burnt smell of perming lotion. My dad’s salon. It followed me to school as I would get into trouble for playing with my friends’ hair as I was permanently asked to do a plait or a pony. It was my life. Folding out perming papers, sweeping up hair as an apprentice and swishing colour mixtures together. There really was no other choice for me.
Hair styling is the food and fiber of my being and runs passionately in my blood. It is my art.
I want to give of my best. Using the knowledge and experience gained over twenty two years. I want to stretch boundaries, giving clients that little “push” when I see a need for change, all the while taking care of those who are perfectly comfortable, with “just the baby, baby ends” needing attention.
