Sharing the Joy....

Many people ask me if I like being a makeup/hair artist. Normally I answer back with a quick "yes", but truthfully that doesn't really cover the half of it. I don't "like" my job, I LOVE IT! Why?...well if you were in my shoes you would know exactly what I meant.
Even though I'm a makeup/hair artist, I wear a variety of other hats in my life as a mother, daughter, sister, wife, artist, teacher, beauty expert and a business woman. All of these elements add a lot of flavor to the mix, so I just thought to myself "you've logged a lot of hours on this interesting journey of yours, so you might as well share the ride". So I am! That will be the only way for you to understand what I love about my profession and why I love living in the moment....

4/18/2011

NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER...

Over this last weekend I spent the day working in the salon. Not very often do you find me in the salon on weekends as they are usually with a new bride, family or out of town. Anyway, that day there happened to be a new lady working and I was surprised to see a new staff member. My first impression was "she doesn't fit the image of a stylist" so I was even more curious. After getting the time and opportunity to converse with this woman, I was so taken back by what her presences in the salon that day was for. She is a mother of six, a stylist and was giving her time in the salon that day to support a charity. The charity she is supporting is the 'Invisible Children' http://www.invisiblechildren.com/. She shared with me how she got involved and told me that on April 25th she will go 25 hours without speaking (hard job period, but especially being the mother of 6). As my day was ending I thanked her for her presences in the salon and gave her my donation to support her charity. She has been in my mind all weekend and this morning I woke up feeling more blessed to have the opportunity to have my encounter with this woman. It is a true example that rare gifts do come in unique packaging. That day I witnessed humanity at its best, that day I realized you cannot judge a book by its cover. That day was another valuable example and lesson.