My hair story begins in the kitchen. Back against the counter top, head hanging into the sink while ivory fingers tended tendrils and conditioned curls. From there, I lovingly recall those same fingers charting a path through my coiled locs, adding corn row, after corn row, until the pattern was complete.
As I matured and my mane required professional maintenance, I found myself in the chair of Sherri every few weeks. Some weeks were updos; flat twists sculpted into a crimp ponytail. Most weeks my hair was saturated in foaming lotion and set in rollers. But every week was spent under the dryer reading Jet magazines; watching black beauty unfold before me.
Now, I am not only the keeper of my own crown but of others as well. My mission is to provide holistic haircare for coily, kinky curl types and to celebrate black hair culture. I take pride in being called to care for your crown, your highest point of divinity.