Growing up being the only girl with 3 brothers I dreaded having my hair washed, combed and braided. Not because I was a tomboy but because I felt I’d never survive the washing and combing that seems to be the right of passage most black girls go through. My brothers on the other hand, as well as their friends, had their hair cut by my Dad who saw himself as a barber. My mother every few months would go to a leading Afro/Carribean hair salon in London, where she would have her hair relaxed and coiffed returning home making me wish I had her hair and could go to the hair salon. Years, how many hairstyles and chemicals later I became a hairdresser specialising in both Afro and European hair, doing colour, texture, styling, hair extensions, working and learning from many talented hairdressers in my discovery of the hair industry. I’ve trained as a hairdresser 30 years now and have been an educator for 12 years, feeling blessed to be able to pass on knowledge, instill confidence and the passion that I feel for my industry every day to salons and fellow hairdressers.