The patio was her first salon, where a six-year-old Karrón Celeste would practice her art on the unsuspecting blonde heads of her Barbie dolls. Mixing together red and purple Kool-Aid, she’d achieve a deep black color, then air-dry and bake the dolls under the afternoon sun until their new looks were set. Barbie, Skipper, and PJ all had colored hair; they were no longer blonde. Her third-grade classroom almost served as her next salon. Thinking she was clever, Karrón Celeste cut the bangs of herself, another Black girl, and two little white girls. The plan was short-lived, however. For that evening, as their mothers went to put their hair in rollers for the night, around the hair would go, then instantly, the fresh cuts would FLAP out straight—not even a bend. A punishment was surely in order. Leimert Park Beauty College followed. “So, why a cosmetologist?” Mrs. Wells, the owner, inquired. Karrón Celeste’s response: “I want to teach clients how to have healthy, beautiful, and ‘stylish’ hair”—a mission that would define her career. And for her, cosmetology school came easy—understanding theory and putting it into practice was her joy.