How it all began...

Many years ago a lovely couple gave birth to a baby girl with a head full of hair. This is me around 1 year. I don't remember much about then but I found this picture of me that somewhat attests to the head full of hair. I also have a cousin who remembers when I was born and that she was amazed at the baby with a head full of hair. I'm not sure the texture comes through in this picture but it was not straight.

I don't have too many memories of getting my hair combed when I was small. The earliest hair memories are of straightening combs. I got to be pretty good at sitting still and not flinching when the hot comb got close. I remember more that my sister had curly hair that she hated getting it combed or washed. As I think back it was a good thing that she didn't have to deal with the straightening comb.

Fortunately, I was named after an aunt who was a beautician (she preferred that term over hair dresser because she saw herself as creating beauty) and she provided most of my hair care for the time we lived near her. There still were occasional pressing session in the kitchen but for the most part I went to the Beauty Shop every two weeks.

I really like the look in my baby picture -- all natural.