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My Locs

Yesterday I got my locs started at Rare Essence Studio in Glendale.

Essence China Farmer
Miss Essence China Farmer who at the age of 23 broke boundaries in the state of Arizona in 2004 by lobbying for Senate Bill 1159; Essence Farmer vs. State Board of Cosmetology, to exempt all natural hair stylists from having to hold the same licensing as cosmetologists in the state of Arizona. With the help of the Institute for Justice, what seemed like a small initiative at the time has allowed Arizona to expand its practice in natural hair. Now thanks to Essence’s efforts all braiders, loctitians, and natural hair stylist are free from the regulations of the State Board. (Farmer, E. C.)

Not only is Essence a celebrity in the city of Phoenix, AZ for her astonishing craft, she also has served a plethora of celebrity clients including: Nick Cannon, Pharaohe Monch, and Young Buck to name a few. Essence China has been featured in Essence magazine (July 2011), Tresse magazine (international publication), Black hair, Arizona Republic, Arizona Black Pages,  and The Glendale Republic for her trailblazing in law making and natural hair styling. Rare Essence Studio also placed 1st in the natural hairstyling competition in Atlanta at the World Natural hair show (April 2011), and has won local competitions. (Farmer, E. C.)

I learned yesterday that there's a process when it comes to locs and there will be several different stages before they get to the way that I want them. My wonderful stylist Vella said, "It's called patience when it comes to locs, but we'll get you there. "

Here's what they look like today.

Have a blessed Wednesday!

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