Why did I want to be a Hairstylist?
I have been reminiscing lately of why I chose my profession.
She would tell me to sit in this funny looking chair with a large round dome hanging over my head. I used to sit on my knees and talk into the dome, I loved to hear the echo of my voice. Yep you guessed it. It was a hairdryer, I watched the ladies sitting under them with rollers in their hair. Then to see them getting their hair teased and the completion of their hairstyle was as I thought was "COOL".