Salon/Stylist Stories.

Our intriguing, perplexing, awesome, mind-boggling, revolutionary, interesting, and life-changing relationship/journey began when I was 11 years old. This was when my mother took me to my first hair salon. It was owned by a Ghanaian woman who ran the salon from her apartment. I was terrified. No surprise there. If you know anything about me so far, …

Thursday and Friday.

I'm sure you're wondering what I wore yesterday? And if I'm grateful for anything today? Have you? Well, since I forgot to post what I wore yesterday, let's combine the two, shall we? Gratitude 1. You, because you visit this blog. 2. You, because sometimes you click "like." 3. You, because sometimes you leave a comment. 4. Anyone who supports …