She was a married adult. Why was my daughter still living in my basement?
I guess it really started because of my big sisters. I’m the youngest of eight, six girls and two boys, and my favorite game as a little girl was experimenting with my big sisters’ hair accessories, makeup, and nail polish.
By the time I finished seminary, I knew exactly what I wanted to do: open up my own beauty salon. I could do what I loved all day long, and make money from it — what could be better?
My parents were supportive, though training as a cosmetician was a bit unusual in our circles as far as career choices go. All my classmates were going for speech or OT or graphic design, while I was enrolling in beauty academies and spending a fortune on equipment. But I took to it like a pro — I guess my sisters trained me well — and before long, I was ready to advertise.
At first, I did home visits, which worked well for things like simchah makeup. Eventually, though, I felt ready to do more — nails, skin care , the whole package — but for that to happen, I needed my own place. But a storefront lease would be expensive, super expensive, and I was still paying off loans for the equipment.
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