Soy una producta de NYC.

I am a product of NYC. What does that mean exactly? Well, it means that there was a church on every corner. Next to the church was a Chinese spot (gotta have fried rice after church, right?) and next to the Chinese spot was “una peluquieria Dominicana,” a Dominican hair salon.

Don’t believe me?

Ask any chica from NYC. Anywhere from alphabet city to the canals of Yonkers and beyond, there was and still is una mujer that could hook your hair UP!

So why this blog?

Well, let’s see…my hair mentor and hair twin talked me into sharing my experiences.

I decided to move away for college. That’s when sugar hit the fan. The closest thing I got to a Dominican salon was some old, OLD guy named Dominic, from Sicily and he was considered “ethnic” simply by virtue that there were not many folks from anywhere else.

So began my journey. I got sick of crying to mama about not having a place to get my hair done and I couldn’t afford to drive 5 hours one-way just to get my hair done.

What qualifies me?

Nada en particular. No estoy especialista en pelo. I am no hair specialist, but I learned to do a mean roller set out of necessity. I also have learned that not every dominicana is equal (see blog post for details) and that learned to care for your own hair is sometimes just what you need to keep it on your head.

If you have found yourself reading posts from my blog, I hope that you will take away some knowledge and share your own tips. After all, learning to do my hair was not an overnight discovery, but rather a progress, one in which still evolves.

Gracías por leyendo,

La Negra