I don't have any beauty shop memories. I remember the barber shop.
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We didn't have a beauty shop as I grew up.
It was the early Seventies, and I discovered makeup by going through my mother's fashion magazines. I fell in love with the photos, the models, the fashion.
I remember stealing some pic n' mix when I was seven; when I got out of the shop, I burst into tears.
I always remember my childhood house with happy memories. There was a beautiful garden, and outside my bedroom window was a jasmine vine which would open in the evenings, giving off a divine scent.
When I was little, I got to pick my hair ribbon from my mother's collection that hung over her dressing-table mirror. I have an entire room of ribbons in my New York apartment.
I don't think there were great beauty trends in the '90s - I was just doing my own thing.
In the early Seventies, I had shoulder-length hair, bell-bottom pants, love beads and shirts that laced up at the front. But then I smartened up.
I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing 'Happy Birthday.'
I've always loved the beauty world. Ever since I was a child, I looked at magazines and wore fragrances and tried out samples and sets.
I remember making my own fragrances when I was young.