I knew early on that some people had it way easier than I did in the proverbial styling department. As soon as I was old enough to play with my mother’s hair and makeup tools, I began daydreaming of better-tressed days. By the age of twelve, I was begging for relaxers. Following several years of experimentation with chi’s, blow outs, relaxers, and keratin treatments, Cezanne’s offer to try their new smoothing product was a welcome invitation. Five days and two washes later, I am declaring this the good hair gene my parents weren’t able to give me in utero. I forgive you, Mom.
I was raised with the understanding that a salon is a sanctuary. The place a woman can go to recharge, revamp, and rediscover herself. Simple things like the thick, glossy coat of a good manicure and the light tension of a proper blow dry always make me feel like everything’s going to be just fine. And it’s way cheaper than therapy. So when I received an invitation to check out Hair by Hisham last Saturday before its grand opening this fall, I booked a babysitter, charged the camera, and contemplated my mani/pedi color at least a dozen times.