A Day In The Life

Memoirs of a Stylist

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There are a lot of moments in my life where I have those jaw dropping “oh my gosh I can’t believe they just [insert said, did, or any similar verb] that!” realizations. In my line of work, they really do happen more often than not. I’m going to do a series on all of these jaw dropping moments that I (as well as my family, but I’ll get to that) experience on a daily basis. I’m sure you will wonder how I have kept my sanity through it all, but don’t worry, I have nerves of steel and a poker face to die for. I think that to begin with, so that the stories will make sense, I’ll give you a bit of background information.

I have been a hair dresser for the past three years, and not only do I have my license to do hair, I have also acquired the hours necessary to have my instructor’s license. You may be thinking to yourself, that three years isn’t very long, but that is only three years with a license. Three years is nothing compared to the twenty years that I have been next to, under, around, and pretty much smack in the middle of the business that is cosmetology.

It all began with my grandmother, and the business of cosmetology has so far been successful in collecting the women in my family. My grandmother was so adamant about cosmetology that she defied all the odds (i.e. her parents wishes and a forced semester in college, which I’m sure was fun) and became the first cosmetologist in the family. After that, Ma-maw’s three daughters followed suit.

For as long as I can remember, Ma-maw owned a cosmetology school, and up until recently she still did. Even when she decided to hang up her chalkboard ( I don’t think that works does it? Oh well, you know what I mean) she could not fully retire from what she so obviously loved, so she bought her own salon.

She went from a school run by her and her daughters, to a salon run by her and her daughters. When I was in cosmetology school, my Aunt’s were my teachers, and my mom was the director of financial aid. as you can imagine twenty plus years in the business has given my family ample time to experience quite a few mishaps and misunderstandings. Now, it’s my job to write them down and share them with the world. Well, here we go.

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