That is the time you have to wake up if you are hosting Breakfast TV’s Live Eye. They get to the salon at 5 in the morning to start setting up. And someone has to be there to let them in. I thought, briefly, about sleeping on the couch in my office but decided that it would not be a good precedent. So I tried as best I could to...

Over the weekend a woman and her daughter came to see me. It is not unusual for a woman to be apprehensive about seeing someone about her hair loss. It is not easy. But she was downright scared. She sat down and we were talking and I finally said, “It’s okay. You can breathe now.” She looked at me and smiled. She understood that the hard part, getting herself to...

In an earlier post I talked about a booklet that my father wrote back in the 60’s. One of the subject’s he talked about was “REMMI” hair. Back then, remmi hair was defined as a bundle of human hair that had all of its cuticles, or scales, going in the same direction. All the roots were at one end, and all the tips at another. This made sure that the...

Live television is always exciting. I remember years ago I was on a phone-in show where people called in with their questions. Near the end of the hour a woman called saying that her mother had bought a hair piece from me over the weekend. My mind raced because I knew that I did not sell a partial to a anyone over the weekend. Why was someone calling to say...

I am so happy with the color and style I am almost in tears. It is absolutely gorgeous. I feel so good about my self with this on! I can’t believe the quality of the hair, the style and the look. You all have put so much work into this. Its a lot lighter than it was at first and looks a lot healthier. I am so grateful I found...

In a family business you always have some history bubbling up. Some hairstylist in Yorkville (or Vancouver) saying how he used to work with my parents. A client saying her mother got a fall from us in the 60’s. And you come across things in the basement that you never thought you would see again. My father wrote this back in (I can only guess) 1968. It has our old...