Platinum

"Why was I born with black hair?" I remember her asking me the first time she became my client. "I'm a BLOND!!!" and this she was!

It takes a certain type of person to be able to pull off blond hair. Blond requires spunk,finesse,glamor,strength,personality,innocence and a sense of being a DIVA. If someone does not possess one or more of these qualities I would consider being a Brunette!! Not saying that Brunettes do not share some of these traits, they do;But i will get into that later.

"Platinum, make me Platinum blond!" she shouted.
Her personality really did deserve to have blond hair, better yet Platinum. I noticed other clients staring in her direction as she told stories with enthusiasm and no shame. She acted like she was the only star in the room, no one else there but me and her.Her mind only had room for me, herself and her hair. I really have to say that God made a mistake, she should of been Snow white blond.

I began the process of completely lightening all of her hair with on the scalp crystal lightener. No foils involved. I was going for it! I had bleached my hair out one time and I know the pain can be excruciating.I could only wonder the thoughts crossing her mind. The Transformation began....

She sat in my chair,beautiful as ever. Her body was covered in tattoos and piercings, her shirt half open, sweat pants barely covering her booty and a tan to die for. She was beautiful in the most wrongest ways. She looked in the mirror. she saw herself with a shower cap filled with lightener and strangers glaring at her through her reflection..... My eyes froze, she saw what I saw..... People judging her with their eyes, looking at her like Julia Roberts in pretty woman on RODEO DRIVE BABY.

"I hate Fat, Ugly,Stupid Bitches." she said loudly. "People are always worried that I'm going to still their man, Maybe if they were not so fat and took care of themselves their husbands would want to screw them."
My heart dropped, my eyes widen, and anxiety got the best of me. "Yea... lets go put you under the dryer." I said as I smiled walking her over to the dryer area. Her butt crack became more purposely visible so the audience could have more to stare at.


Becoming a Platinum Blond requires some work. The hair closest to the scalp has to be the same color as the rest of the blond. the proper toner needs to be applied to give that soft, shiny white glow. When you notice the hair getting lighter, keep going because it is not done.

Her hair was done, her beauty enhanced. She was Snow white blond! All she needed were the seven dwarfs to cater to her lavish needs. We looked in the mirror together and I saw the strength of her misjudgments, the finesse of her beauty and the her Divaness was enhanced. It takes a certain person to be a Platinum blond. Sometimes genetics are not in your favor, Sometimes God plays cute hair jokes but always, always, ALWAYS Certain People are born to be Blond.
She gave me a hug, tipped me huge and taught me that even the villains have beautiful hearts.The Platinum Blond beauty played with her hair as she walked passed her audience and winked. " Maybe I will see your husbands tonight!" Crack still showing as she left the salon.
Next time I will have to put Baby in the Corner.

The Golden Blond

She sat in my chair and looked in the mirror admiring her beauty or so I thought. She was really picking herself apart. The Golden Blond did not see what she had once seen in herself. Her beauty was fading from her eyes, yet the world just saw... The Golden blond.
Golden Blond is a color that not many people care for when choosing that perfect Blond color. It is too warm for many, yet it is the most natural looking color blond around. This color add shine and dimension giving the average woman unparalleled appeal.
She appeared soft serene on the outside yet torn apart on the inside. The Golden Blond created a facade of beauty that only others saw. She looked in the mirror and spoke "I'm ready, I'm ready to let some of my gray show."
Foiling her hair with Golden blond, Lightener and leaving some of her natural gray would give her the look of a blond that is aging gracefully and gradually.
The Golden Blond would lay in bed wishing life was over! She lost her true love, her life and the sense of who she was. Her husband served in Vietnam and died in a helicopter accident. He was her world..... Her world was gone. The only thing she could do to identify who she once was, was to maintain her GOLDEN BLOND. That was what her husband loved, saw and smelled each night before kissing her lips goodnight. He was her protector, He loved her like no other and held her safe in his arms. Living a world without him was something seven years could not take away. How do you let go? How do you live a life, you feel not worth living? How do you breath air if you could not share it with the one you loved? These questions were the questions she asked herself repeatedly when she looked in the mirror.
Her hair processed for 30 minutes under the dryer when I saw something I had never seen. Her Golden blond hair was gone... It was covered in foils and at that moment the beauty was gone. The pain revealed itself and I saw what she saw in herself. I saw loneliness, misunderstanding and fear exuding through her eyes. She was alone in a world of so many.
Her hair was done and styled in a soft tousled look giving her youthfulness around her face and softening her harsh lines that appeared from her suffering. Her mask was back on and beauty reappeared.
She looked in the mirror, smiled half heartily and saw that young girl married to that young guy FOREVER IN Love. She saw him touch her face, kiss her lips..... and smell her GOLDEN BLOND hair.....


THE GOLDEN BLOND>>>>> EVERYONE HAS A STORY