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redefining self (part 3)

If you’ve been following this blog, thank you! This has been a difficult assignment put before by WordPress but, I had to give you a little bit of background information.  It has run the gamut of thoughts, feelings and emotions in remembering that one moment in time that totally changed my life forever.  I will admit writing this piece has been painful, as I wanted to push it away, and not finish the task that was put before me but, also remembering the fun and joy of living my life with all the “good times” are worth sharing this intimate part of myself with you, my reader.  At the end of this, my hope is that it helped another human being in some way, shape or form . . . so I continue this journey.

It’s 1987, I am remarried after 7 years and working as an Instructor for the Ohio State School of Cosmetology. [this is a bit difficult as I struggle with the events that occur, so bear with me].

One day while I was working with 65 of our students on clinic floor mind you, not all at the same time! I would be called upon to check an individual’s haircut or chemical service, etc . . . when all of a sudden I turned to help another student and somehow injured my leg to the point, of bearly being able to walk but, I finished out the day. When I got home I was in excuriating pain, and rested on the couch until bedtime. I made it up the stairs, one step at a time got into my jammies, and soon fell fast asleep, as I had to get up the next morning, and open the school for that day. At 4:00 am I was awakened with unbearable pain in my right leg so, I slid myself sideways and sat up on the edge of the bed, with both feet on the floor. When I arose up out of the bed, I fell straight down and hit both knees upon the floor, letting out a scream that woke my husband at the time, up! Soon afer I was able to call my senior instructor, and let her know that I would not be able to open the school at 7:30 am. My husband helped me get into our vehicle as he then drove me to the nearest emergency room. I told the examining doctor that I thought my leg was broke, he felt it and then ordered x-rays be taken but, upon reading the films of my leg, it appeared to not have been the case. Instead the doctor said to me, “You did a pretty good job of pulling every ligament, and tedon out in your leg!” Well, I thought to myself, at least it wasn’t broken. So, they wrapped my leg with what seemed to be miles of ace bandages, handed me a pair of crutches, and sent me home. The instructions from the attending doctors were to use the crutches for 5 days in order to let that leg heal itself, and get plenty of bed rest.

redefining self (Part 2) continued

After graduation, I landed my first position as a full-fledged hair designer at Christine’s in German Village which was, as I am not sure if it is still there, in Columbus, Ohio.  That was the best job I ever had in my life!  The energy among myself and the other designs, and myself working in the salon was ethereal.  One could feel the highly charged positive energy floating around, back and forth between us as we worked as a team, not as per se’ individuals.  I have never had another job where I experienced that kind of . . . . comradery!   Don’t get me wrong, as I have had truly awesome conversations with individuals that were just as high-energy as that but, those moments are random, in my humble opinion whereas, my salon experience was everyday I went into work.  Ah, those were the 80’s!  In the later part of that decade, as I will run through this quickly, I was quite the “mover and shaker!”

me1987 Buzz words:  Norma Kamali, asymmetrical hairstyle, grand entrances into frequented dance clubs, big hair, punk rock, Prince before he was formerly known, ah those were the days!  I wore out my “cassette” tape of Erasure, “Chains of Love” sums up what living through the 1980’s was all about. [The picture  above is of myself that was taken in 1987]  I must say, and I not bragging or boosting about myself it was just the way my life was between 1982 -1987 that I had accomplished so many things associated with being a professional hair designer.

Educating oneself whether it be within the work experience or just an interest in something one has is my motto, kinda’ like being the very best that you can be, and that is what I did.  I took classes from Jingles of London & NY in advanced haircutting techniques, to braiding with a team from Paul Mitchell and everything in between.  I will admit that I was a renegade in the industry, having worked in numerous salons in Columbus, OH but, I just wouldn’t take some of the unprofessionalism of individuals that were over me . . . so I’d packed up my scissors, blow-dryer, combs and jerk my license off the wall, whilst I walked towards the door, never looking back.

During that time period, I also had created my own business.  I worked with a local photographer, Mac Worthington as a hair and makeup artist for his modeling clients.  Judged modeling contests in which the contestants would win a photo shoot, and received credits in Columbus Monthly Magazine – “hair done by . . . . ”  I was being called so much for outside work that I invited my very best friend, and former colleague to join me.  He enthusiastically excepted.  Thus was born the name, Marilyn and Munrowe.  Which actually was his last name.

Whew!  I just flew through the 80’s but, there’s more  . . . .

Painting on a canvas…

strikingly beautiful! serenity comes to my mind . . . thanks for sharing

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redefining self (Part 1) series

What was the one experience that completely changed your life? What happened? How did it change your life?

There has always been that artistic side to myself, whether it be my first experience of feeling the plaster of paris oozing between my fingers as I made an image of my hand! in kindergarden. Maybe you did this too . . .  how exciting was that! 

We’ll fast forward to my early twenties.  After having two children and my first marriage ending in divorce, I had to really sit down and contemplate what I was going to do with my life, how was I going to take care of myself, my children, pay bills, etc . . . .  I had been out in the workforce since I was 16 years old, as a salesperson, housekeeper for hotel/motels, and a nursing home assistant.  Needless to say, I think, I had very good work ethics, as I did not shy away from having to work hard at whatever job I was doing.  But, I wanted to become someone . . . something more and be able to utilize my artistic talent in some way, shape or form.  

It was 1981 when I made the conscious decision to enroll myself into The Ohio State School of Cosmetology.  At the time, I figured I was satisfying my need to express myself artistically, and pursue a career that I could take those learned skills, and work anywhere.  I loved it!  I worked hard and advanced quickly to become a gold tag “stylist” when I graduated school in 1982, I left there having earned the Silver Certificate of Achievement.  Soon after, I passed the State of Ohio Board exams and became a licensed Cosmetologist.   I was ready to take on the world of professional hairdesigning!

**Continue this journey with me, until next time . . . everything really does happen for a reason.