As a child, I loved glamour; from dolls, to makeup, to high-heel shoes, and princess gowns. The only dolls I would play with had to have hair. And the reason why is because I loved, and still do love doing hair. I would literally sit my dolls in a line and talk to them like they were my clients in a salon. I would ask them questions like, “how do you want it this time Mrs. Cabbage Patch?’ Now I wouldn’t say that my passion for doing hair now is as serious as it was when I was younger. Honestly I believe that my hobby was a natural talent because nobody I lived with in my household did hair. It was just something I liked to do.
I would even take some of my mother’s hair product and use them on my dolls hair. I would give them relaxers, and later I would regret it because the chemicals wouldn’t agree with the synthetic hair. Curling my dolls air was one of my favorite things to do. Not realizing that the
hot iron would melt the hair. Every week I would have to beg for another doll to play with because by the end of the week all of her hair would be gone.
My dolls had a salon I made up called One Stop Salon Shop. There they could get their hair and nails done all in one place. I even had a little cash register with fake coins and dollar bills that I would use to collect my money after serving them. My clients left my shop as happy customers with their nails polished, hair beautifully styled and sometimes even make-up done too.
My whole life changed one day my mother bought me a manikin head with real human hair. I fell in love with that manikin the first time I stroked her hair with my brand new comb and brush set that came with it. And to top it off it was a black manikin head. It was my 13th birthday and my mother felt as though I was too old for baby dolls. I named my manikin Diamond. Diamond wore all the new hairstyles and I would post them on MySpace.
To my surprise this started a whole new world for me....
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