I realized that hair had special meaning for me when I was quite young. My Aunt Sharon had a life size doll named Karen that I loved not only because she was just my size, but because she had such lovely hair for me to play in. I loved her so much that I combed the hair right out of her head (literally!) It was so bad that my grandmother, Murdear, had to buy poor Karen a wig because I had combed her hair until she was bald! (You'll be pleased to know I outgrew that stage ...) Hairdressing is in my blood. My grandmother was a hairdresser. My godmother was a hairdresser as well. I spent many afternoons just sitting and watching them and others at work. When I turned nine, I decided that I didn't want anyone to comb my hair anymore. Well, I would ask my mother, sisters, aunts, cousins -- whoever happened to be handy -- to part my hair off and I would style my own ponytails. After I graduated from Tennessee State University, I went to cosmetology school.