Spurred on by my love for the creative and deep admiration of my beloved Grandmother, I enrolled in a vocational program to become a cosmetologist. That was some 20+ years ago.
I remember my teacher using the term "Kitchen Cosmetologist" as a negative connotation of the "professionalism" and "respect" we command as educated tradespeople. Loose translation....all those galls who sit in their kitchen with a Frost-N-Tip and a Lilt home perm don't have a clue what they're doing. Truthfully, I've fixed a lot of those mistakes in 20 years as a professional. Sun-In! Y'all remember that little gem. That was corrective color 101 for me.
Today, I'm "retired" from "behind the chair" and have evolved into....A Kitchen Cosmetologist. What began as a negative, I have turned into a positive. Yes, I have the education and access to professional beauty products. I also have a brain, feelings, political & religious views, and a sense of ethics. I'm raising 2 beautiful girls, maintaining a home, and a marriage....not an easy task in today's climate.
Here I am. I'm going to write about the things my friends and I struggle with, find joy in, and piss us right the hell off. Food, hair, make up, music, kids...let's run the gambit. Let's have fun, vent, gossip....that's what hairdressers(and your bar tender) are for! :)
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