I chopped all my hair off last week. Love the new cut. But it takes upkeep. I don’t have a perm. I get it blown out. Which means if someone spits in my direction, I have an Afro. And it also means that in between appointments, I can’t rock a ponytail. I’ll have to curl it. With a curling iron. Ugh.
So off I go to a place I haven’t been in many years: the beauty supply store.
Do these places actually have real names? Or are they just called beauty supply store.
No one ever refers to them by name. Perhaps because they’re so plentiful and they all carry the exact same stuff.
Here’s what I see…
Aliya S. King 