How I got there......

My plan ever since I was a little girl was to grow up and be a wife and a mother. My own mother got married at age 17 & had me at 19, so I thought I would give myself a little more time and that by the time I was 19 I would be getting married and at about 21 I would start my family of about 15 children.

Isn't it amazing the goals we set for ourselves when we have no clue about how life works!!

Imagine how surprised I was when at that magical age of 19 I was not engaged.... I wasn't even dating anyone! One day a good family friend of ours asked me what I was planning to do with my life.... Hmmm, good question. I was currently working in the bridal department at JC Penneys, but knew that wasn't a life long career. I thought about becoming a nurse, but couldn't get into the nursing program for 2 years. A few people had suggested that I go to Beauty School- my first thought was that "only dumb blondes who can't do anything else go to beauty school, then someone asked if I thought the gal who did my hair was dumb?" Umm no- She was actually pretty cool, so I went to check it out, luckily for me I could start the Cosmetology program in 2 weeks. I did and wouldn't you know it- I was the only blonde in my class!

Since then and especially since marrying and RN I decided that being a hairstylist is better than being a nurse- people do come to see me because they want to feel better, and I can accomplish it without a needle in sight.

The Begining.........

I gave my first hair cut at age 5.....unfortunately it was to myself. Being a fashion conscience girl I had wanted bangs, and my mom said no, so I took matters into my own hands. Locked in my bedroom with mom's big orange handled scissors (you know the ones I am talking about) I went to work. The results didn't turn out as good as I had hoped. Mom took me to get it fixed and when I was done showed me how much I resembled a picture of my great grandfather dressed up as Little Lord Fauntleroy.

And so began my relationship with scissors............

The Lady With the Red Chair:

The Lady With the Red Chair:

Some peoples lives are divided into chapters and others perhaps sections, mine however is more like snips and inches.

I have spent over 20 years of my life with a pair of scissors in my hand, trying to solve all the worlds problems in the amount of time it takes to give a good haircut.

I had no idea when I began this profession the effect it would have on my life. I am a Hairstylist, a Cosmetologist, a Beautician, and sometimes a bit of a magician.

I am the one who can make or break someone's day. I have listening ears & the non-stop gift of gab. I can talk to almost anyone about almost anything.

When you touch someone, literally touch someone, the simple act of running a comb and your fingers through their hair, well it opens them up. Sometimes more than you wish it would, but mostly just enough to share part of their life- and believe me, you leave your imprint of them too.

I am the Lady with the Red Chair.

I hope you will be touched with the stories I share.