“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. LOVE NEVER FAILS.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-8


There are so many forms of love in the world, how do you know if it’s the real deal? I’m not a love expert by any means, but I can tell you about the Love of God, the Love of Family, Love for my career and what my definition of Love for my boyfriend is.

The past couple of weeks have been an incredibly, yet scary, spiritual ride. God has put the miracles of faith right before my very eyes, and I’m still at a loss as to why He has been so /extra/ showy to me lately. My boyfriend says that he thinks it’s because we are at a great part of our lives; we’re supposed to be here. That could be true, but what about the other way around? Maybe this is His way of telling me to get my head out of my butt and focus more on Him and what He has in store for me, and less of myself. It says in the Bible that God establishes the steps of our paths, but I often forget that when I’m so obsessed with what I want in life. I don’t have an answer for this, but I know that I’m not the only one who has dealt with it. All I can do is Pray, Pray, Pray. Honestly, that’s all any of us can do sometimes. If I’ve learned anything the past few weeks, however, it’s these two things: 1) God’s love is GREATER than any sin that Satan can tempt us with. God’s love is also greater than any sin that we fall for. How gorgeous of a reminder is that?! I have never felt more in love with the Man that created me. 2) I am guilty for depending on other people, rather than myself and The Lord, and I needed to get smacked in the face with a good Bible verse. I have been doing a morning devotional every three days, and God did just that. He lead me to 1 Thessalonians 2:17 and 5:14. “You should mind your own business and work with your hands, just as we told you, so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will NOT BE DEPENDENT ON ANYBODY.” (2:17) “…be patient with everyone.” (5:14). I need to depend on The Lord, not people that are of this world. When I am feeling down, I need to pray to Him and be patient with others because, hello, it’s obvious that they aren’t going to have the same effect on me that God does. Patience and independence seem to be pretty key in life… I have some work to do.

My family… is amazing. I don’t have any words to even express how in love I am with all of them. I am so blessed to say that my family isn’t just my parents, my brother and my grandparents; it also includes my man and his family, and it’s more than I deserve. There is more love around me with my family than I can say, but it isn’t perfect. We, by all means, are not perfect, but this is what real love is: if something is broken, FIX IT. Whenever a crossroads comes to my family, we face it as a family and do what we need to do. Honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Speaking of family, let’s talk about David, shall we? He seems to be one of my favorite subjects.

My boyfriend, David, and I have been together for three years in March and it has been the greatest time of my life. Honestly, at times, he makes me question my sanity; at other times (more so than not) he makes me feel like I’m on top of the world. I have never been mushy or lovey or whatever you want to call it, but he came around and I became enamored. Now, I have friends that have been with the same guy for years and years and I have friends that want to get married after two weeks of knowing the guy, and then there’s me. I feel like I’m right in the middle of that, so it’s extremely entertaining to hear the differences between all of us. I have a friend that has been inspiring me lately; she’s the one that wants to get married after hardly knowing her guy. She inspires me because she seems BEYOND obsessed (in a good way), and it reminds me that the “honeymoon” phase doesn’t have to die down. I can honestly say that, even three years later, my feelings for David are deeper than they ever have been. The distance between us means nothing to me, because I absolutely die every time I see him. I might sound insane, but at this point, I don’t care. He is my reality when I have my head in the clouds. He is beyond the lovey stuff and keeps me in check when I need it most. You guys… I have found my husband. We can be polar opposites, but it’s what makes us fall back on each other, and I think that’s beautiful. I owe a special “thank you” to my crazy, marriage-obsessed friend for reminding me that love knows no end to happiness. David, if you ever read this: I am IN LOVE with you and everything about you. Everyone else reading this: don’t settle until you find that. Find the person that EXCITES you about waking up on Monday mornings, makes you forget about the past heartbreaks that you’ve been through and loves you because you are flawed! These people DO exist. 

Love is not lengthy text messages, nor is it butterflies in your stomach. Love is so much deeper than that. Unfortunately, technology has become SO advanced that it’s easier to just text “I love you” or “Let’s go on a date” rather than talk in person, and I feel like it hurts. I talked to a married friend today, in fact, that described marriage in her eyes. It’s about choosing to love and accept your significant other each and every single day, despite the arguments and disagreements you’re going to face. No love is perfect. There is no such thing as a prince and princess fairytale. Something I’ve learned, though, is that you can create your own imperfect fairytale full of fun and laughter, tears and fights. Embrace the anger and cherish the excitement… There is nothing better than love. It is God’s gift to us, we ought to use it to our advantage.



Everything that drowns me makes me wanna fly.

Lord have mercy on my soul; I am feeling so discouraged lately. It seems like, no matter what I do, something is either a) holding me back or b) just not working. All this does is make me want to push harder through these struggles that I’m facing. I have been jobless for quite a few months now because I was in school 35 hours a week, but now I’m at home, waiting for State Board to approach so that I can (hopefully) FINALLY get my cosmetology license, jobless, and broke. I am not one to say that money buys happiness or anything of that nature, but I want to be able to treat myself, do things with my friends and keep myself busy, etc. Having a boyfriend that lives out of town can really tear at the heart strings, but even more so when you’re sitting at home, alone, wishing that he was with you to watch “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” or eat an unhealthy amount of Panera Bread with. I do what I can to keep myself busy, but studying and working out only goes so long throughout the day.

Needless to say, I’m going insane.

I encourage each and every one of you to find a hobby that you love and don’t mind doing daily so that you don’t have to rely on others for your happiness. That, for me, is the gym. I have been obsessing over the gym more than ever to not only be healthy, but to keep my mind busy. I will be the first to admit that I have allowed, like, 80% of my happiness to be based off of my boyfriend, but is that healthy? Um, heck no. Also, that puts way too much pressure on him, which is EXTREMELY unfair. As he has drifted off into the Land of Suck (Coalinga), I have allowed my happiness to separate into different parts of my life. I keep my Bible next to my bed 24/7 as a reminder to wake up and pray immediately for a God-driven day, as I know His plans are far better than my own. I cannot deny that I’m not the greatest at reading my Bible and I really need to work harder at committing myself to it, but it’s definitely where a TON of my happiness lives. God is my EVERYTHING and I have been beyond foolish to let anything get in the way of that. The gym, hair and makeup, my puppy, my family, my friends and the random shenanigans that I get myself in to do an extremely great job at reminding me that sadness is an option. I need to remember that, as soon as I wake up in the morning, I can decide to be happy with this life that The Lord has provided for me because I am EXTREMELY blessed for what I have.

In my opinion, if you have a roof over your head, you are blessed.

“The things that you take advantage of, other people are praying for.”

I think that we all need to remind ourselves of this constantly. It’s so easy for most of us to open our doors, and just fall face first into our warm, comfortable beds like it’s no big deal. Wake up in the morning, make ourselves a hearty breakfast to start our day, get in our gassed up vehicles and go wherever the road takes us. What about the people on the sides of the roads, holding signs that say “Hungry” or “Struggling to survive”? Yes, I understand that a lot of homeless people use the money that they’re given to buy alcohol, cigarettes or drugs, but that’s not always the case. My grandfather once ran into a homeless man, begging for money, saying that he was sick with starvation. Rather than offering him money, my grandpa took him into the McDonald’s across the street and bought him a couple of cheeseburgers. Gestures that seem so simple to us, can literally flip someone’s whole day around or, better yet, change their lives completely.

Think about it.

Also, while your at it, hug your family and friends and thank them for all they have provided for you in this lifetime. Then, get on your knees and thank The Lord (if you believe in Him) for EVERYTHING because, without Him, you wouldn’t have your family, your friends, or your life at all. Most of us are so fortunate, but never take the time to fully understand just how fortunate we truly are. I challenge each and every one of you to count your blessings rather than sheep tonight. I promise, it’ll be good for you.


Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.

I am so entirely blessed to say that I am a graduate of Paul Mitchell the School Fresno as of 12/27/13. I have never been so stoked on life. The Lord has opened new doors for me, and I intend on glorifying Him every step of the way.

Leaving school was extremely bittersweet. I have made some of the greatest friendships that I will forever appreciate, even with the teachers, and I grew so used to waking up knowing that I’d be surrounded by beautiful faces all day, every day. As a new graduate, I have taken advantage of sleep and the gym as much as I can, and haven’t seen these beautiful faces. Needless to say, I’m having withdrawals. 


How cute is this poster that my friends made? I can’t even believe how lucky I am in my life. Thank you Sireena, Jordan, Jasmin, and Maxtyn for being my rocks as my time came to a close. I love you all so deeply… it’s weird.

Aside from this beautiful accomplishment, my life has been absolutely insane lately. My boyfriend moved to a different town to play baseball (It’s only about an hour and a half away, though, so we’ll be just fine), my boyfriend’s oldest sister, one of my best friends, is leaving to study abroad for four or more months this Friday, I am stressing over my State Board test and finding a job in the meantime, I miss my grandfather more and more every passing day, and this whole “dieting” thing is really taking it’s toll. Along with that, God has been showing me real patience that I need to learn from through my family, my boyfriend, and my boyfriend’s family. My anxiety could literally eat me alive, I’m convinced, but it’s only made me attempt to reach closer to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
The Bible tells us not to be anxious about anything, but to pray about it. (Philippians 4:6) (Strongly thinking about getting this tattooed). The reason I’m sharing this with you all is because it is NORMAL to have anxiety, but it is not NECESSARY. I am learning more and more every day that worrying only makes things harder on me. In fact, I have wasted so much of my life lying in bed, thinking about the “what ifs” and worrying. I owe a HUGE “thank you” to my family, my boyfriend, and my boyfriend’s family for the constant love, understanding, and support that they’ve shared with me because it shows me how life should be- driven by The Lord and not by my own mind. If anyone reading this has issues like mine, you aren’t alone. I am here for you, but more importantly, God is here for you and is only a prayer away. That, alone, is the most powerful thing in the world.

I love you guys. Thank you all for making my life what it is. I’m so blessed.


Here’s to 2014, loves. Let’s make it a year filled with love and laughter, God and family, happiness and grace.

Follow Your Arrow.

Time has just zipped by since January 2013. I started school January 7th, and prepared myself for what I thought would be the toughest, longest year of my life. Of course, there were days that I thought, “Wow. I can’t get out of her fast enough.” For the most part, however, I look back and think of how influencial and exciting the past eleven months have been. Now, I’m in the month that I graduate, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m ready or not.

Cosmetology School is, hands down, one of the greatest things that have happened to me. If you’re anything like me, walking on to a regular college campus makes me want to bash my head into a wall. My mom was conviced that I needed to get my general ed done, at least, before I started Cosmetology School. I went along with her suggestion (knowing that it wasn’t going to last very long) and began to attened Willow International Community College. When I took my first step, I felt like I had entered Buchanan High School all over again. This is exactly what I DIDN’T want.

A month goes by, and I couldn’t be more unhappy. I took it upon myself to schedule a tour of Paul Mitchell the School Fresno and begin what I feel I was destined to. I told my parents and, finally, they were convinced.

“College isn’t for everyone,” my dad explained to my mom.

I look back and think, dang, that was only a year ago. I enrolled in the part time cosmetology program (2 years long) because I wanted to work. I had a job at the time and intended on keeping it for as long as I had to be in school. Then, the first day approached. November 19, 2012. My eighteenth birthday. I remember the day like it was five minutes ago. The overpowering nerves, the hopes of making new and wonderful friends, leaving thirty minutes earlier than I had to, just so I could make it there on time. There were two other girls there that were as early as I was. They were a lot older than me. Mom age, to be exact. I was intimidated because, hello, my baby self had just turned eighteen that day. More women had started coming in, and it was so obvious from the start: I needed to enroll in full time, day school.

I got home that night, afraid to tell my mom how badly I wished to enroll in day. I’m blessed enough to have parents willing to pay for my education, so I didn’t want to disappoint her in any way. Plus, the day school hours are crazy, and I knew that I probably wouldn’t be able to work at all.

“How was school?!” My mom seemed so excited to hear about my day. Deep, even breathes. Here it goes.

“I felt out of place. I want to switch to day school.”

And just like that, my mom was on top of it. The next day, she had called the man that gave me a tour of the school in the first place. I was to begin full-time schooling on January 7th, 2013. Thank the sweet Lord for that.

Now, I’m here. My scheduled graduation date is December 27th, 2013. Merry Christmas to me! I am so thankful for the education I have recieved from my amazing teachers and classmates. If you know me, you know that I am so indecisive of so many things, but this I am sure of: God knew what He was doing when He opened up this opportunity for me. I want to spend the rest of my life making people feel beautiful as they leave my chair in the salon. There truly is no greater feeling.

The day after Halloween, My boyfriend’s BEAUTIFUL sister, Riley, had a Halloween party. Her newly blonde self decided that Marilyn would be the perfect costume. We decided that a faux-bob was in order as her hair is extremely long. We both were eccstatic with the results.


A little before and after action on a PM night student, Griselda. We had to pretreat and repigment her hair to achieve the beautiful, rich red that she wanted. I also cut a few inches off of her thirsty ends and her layers.


This is my great aunt, Connie. Her hair is naturally gray all-over. She sat in my chair and goes, “I don’t want dark, but I don’t want blonde, either.” This was definitely a shocking change for her. I, however, am obsessed with it! She was happy, but she’s excited for it to fade a bit.


This is my cousin, Ashley. She has colored parts of her hair before, but never her whole head. Luckily for me, she trusted me enough to take that virginity away from her! I also gave her a trim with some beautiful layers.


Paul Mitchell is offering gel nail services now! The end of my time is approaching, as you all know, and I don’t think I am going to continue on doing nail services after I graduate, so book with me before it’s too late!


I have found such a passion for men’s haircutting. My friend, Zach, looks so handsome with his new do, am I right?!


This is probably my favorite cut to perform. Shorter in the back, longer in the front, with some triangular layers. My client was extremely happy with the results as it was quite the change for her.


Top: this lovely lady came in for a deep conditioning treatment and a haircut. Her hair was definitely thirsty and the deep conditioning was necessary. I trimmed her ends and gave her layers. As she was leaving, she goes, “My hair looks perfect.” I’m convinced that my heart skipped. There is no better feeling than that, right there.
Bottom: Rico came in with a grown out mohawk that he wanted touched up. In his words: “I want a classy, blended mohawk.” Pressure was on for me, though, when he said he was in a band and had to look good. He left very pleased, thank Jesus!

I just want to thank each and everyone one of you who have supported my journed as a learning cosmetologist. I wouldn’t be where I am today without my wonderful family, my amazing boyfriend, and my gracious friends. I really am so appreciative.

I hope everyone had an amazing Thanksgiving and will continue to have an amazing holiday season.
“The best things in life aren’t things.”



Dear society, what are standards? What are morals?

Does anybody know anymore?

Yes, I am a Christian. No, I’m not going to write an article to solely single out non-Christian morals because that isn’t the kind of person that I am. I believe in gay marriage, I believe in inappropriate comments, and I believe in imperfections. However, with that, I believe in God, I believe in His word and commandments, and I believe in purity. Mix all of that together, and you get me. I will be the first to admit that I am the furthest thing from perfection. I’m known to be pretty mouthy, yet, with my same mouth, I pray to The Lord for forgiveness.

My question is, though, why has society completely disregarded any type of moral or standard? I feel like I could walk into a party completely naked, and only be judged by some girls that I don’t know because, erm, they’re girls. I also feel like I could pray before I eat dinner and be stared at by everyone. Am I the only one that sees an issue here?

On another note, I want to reach out to those that suffer with severe anxiety and/or depression. I want you to know that you are NOT alone. It is SO hard to deal with, I know, but I strongly advise each and every one of you to take a step back and reevaluate the life that you’re living. Who do you surround yourself with? What do you do for YOU? I am guilty of being the most insecure, anxious person, but I have people around me that have shown endless love and support that lifts me higher. Ladies and gentlemen, do NOT let someone else completely define you or your happiness. You are your own person and I am so unconditionally blessed to have my family, my boyfriend’s family, and my boyfriend to remind me of that. Love yourself enough to know what you’re worth. God made you in His likeness. We’re all so lucky.

Anyway, random rants are over. Let’s see what I’ve been doing with hair lately, yeah? :}


Sweetest lady ever came in with her hair untouched since last February! With quite a few inches of outgrowth, we decided to add vertical slices all over and this is how it came out. She’s so beautiful!


The same day I did the vertical slices, I was double booked with this beautiful girl, Katelyn! We’ll color her hair another time, but I cut and layered her beautiful hair. So obsessed!


My mom is so stunning, right? She let me cut about 5.5 inches off (longer in the front, shorter in the back) and I touched up her highlights. She’s my favorite person to highlight because she never has to be toned! Ha, I just love her.


Before and after on my boyfriend’s oldest sister and my dear friend, Riley! Red is the hardest color to get rid of, so it was quite the process! It turned out so lovely, though. I LOVE bling-bling-blondes!


Where my men at? I have found such a passion in men’s cuts (crazy ones, especially). This is my good friend, Danny. He wanted to look like his own version of Peter Pan and, judging by his face, he was extremely happy with his custom haircut.

Book with me! I want to make you feel beautiful!

By the way, Happy November, loves! It’s my birthday month! :}


I met a man on October 8th, 2013 that changed my life. His name is Kelly Cardenas and he is a salon owner, worldwide educator, and more. He truly is what Paul Mitchell culture stands for, and I feel very touched to have met a man so inspiring. I know that I sound kind of obsessive, but that’s not how I’m trying to come across. I’m just trying to make a point that his words literally cut through me like glass in the greatest way possible. The funny thing is that he may be a hairdresser, but that isn’t the main topic that he spoke about. He talked about finding yourself and being the person that God created you to be. He talked about finding what makes you passionate and devoting every ounce of yourself into it because that will make you successful. I am extremely passionate about hair and makeup, but I’m even more passionate about other peoples’ happiness and doing whatever I can do to make them happy. That’s probably one of the reasons why I love my career path so much. The second someone sits in my chair, I do what I can to build a beautiful relationship with him or her and I won’t let them leave until they feel absolutely perfect. I have yet to find who I truly am, but there’s always a possibility that I’m not made to be a certain person. I can be serious, I can be funny, I can be driven, I can be lazy… No matter what, though, I do what I can to be the absolute best person that I am capable of being. I intend on directly touching peoples’ souls just as Kelly Cardenas has touched mine, and I will do anything I can to do so.

The beauty of being in the cosmetology industry is that I have a million options. I can be a hairstylist, a makeup artist, a nail technician, an educator, etc. and I can do these things basically anywhere I go. If things go as planned, I will be out of Fresno (when the time is right) and I’ll be sharing my talent with people everywhere. I read a quote the other day that read, “If you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.” I think it’s time for me to get on my knees and pray that God leads me the way that I need to go despite what I feel is right.

My vision of a perfect career is this: doing what I love while spreading the Word of God at the same time. What could be more fulfilling than that? I don’t have a lot of people that I can truly sit down with and express how intense the Love of our Lord is, but I would do anything to meet a stranger and change their life. I hope and pray that, when people see me, they see Jesus. I want to be like Kelly Cardenas. I want to touch peoples’ souls.


On another note, I have officially reached a crossroads in my life. I’m not going to share what it is exactly, but I think it’s a part of the “growing up” process. Thank goodness I have the mindset that God can help me get through anything, because I don’t exactly know how I would get through this on my own. All I ask is for prayers, please. Thank you so much to everyone taking part. I love all of you.

“When we pray, God hears more than we say, He answers more than we ask, He gives more than we imagine, but… in His own time, in His own way! So keep faith!”

I can honestly say that I have learned that being happy is a choice that you have to make. It doesn’t come naturally for most people. It comes from your mind set, your attitude, and the way that you deal. My mom tells me all the time that I have to choose to be happy, as I have anxiety that can be unbearable at times. I never took it too seriously, though, because I felt that having an anxiety disorder was something I couldn’t control. I was wrong. Not only can I control it, but I can look to Jesus to give me a hand and help me. It gets extremely tough, though, as I’m trying to catch my breath and think of the words to say to cry out to Jesus, but it doesn’t matter. Jesus knows my heart, what I’m going through, and what I need to carry on. He knows each and every one of you, too. He knows your struggles, He knows your flaws, He knows your heart inside and out. All you need is to have FAITH that He will help you in the times that you need it, and the times that you don’t. “Sad moments, Call On God. Happy moments, Praise God. Every moment, Thank God.” He will restore your life in any way needed as long as you keep your faith that it will happen in God’s perfect timing. Since I lost a loved one, I not only pray to God, but to my papa as well in the hopes that I will receive a sign that my papa is at peace. I waited and waited and was losing faith that anything will happen. About a week or so ago, I was praying before bed and as I was closing up my prayer I said, “Hi, Papa!” and before I could even say “I love you”, a still, small voice said, “Hi, honey.” I froze. It didn’t sound like my smokers-voice, sickly Papa, though. It sounded like my at peace, healthy Papa. Then, just last night, I had a dream that I was talking to my granny (My Papa’s wife). I don’t remember much of it, but we were at the first house that I ever lived in. I looked behind my granny to see my papa before his hair (Or what was left of it) was gray. It was a brown color and he had a thick mustache. I said, “Granny, didn’t Papa die?” She looked at me and said, “Not really.”

And that was it.

The way I see it is this: maybe it was a sign that he really didn’t die. He is not dead. He is living in Heaven with Jesus, and that is all that I could ever ask for. Ugh, just thinking about it gives me chills. Yes, I miss him terribly. Yes, I wish that he could be here for the holidays coming up. But, yes, I’m glad he doesn’t have to live in this messed up world anymore and, yes, I’m glad that I have an angel looking over me.

On another note, can I brag for a second? No? Oh well. I’m going to anyway.

I just want to say that I am so proud of my boyfriend, David. He has been given the opportunity to have a starting pitching position at West Hills college! That boy has bent over backwards for baseball. He has injured himself a couple of times, but he has gathered the strength to forget about the pain and follow his passion. I’m not going to lie, though, I’ve been pretty bitter toward the fact that he won’t be two minutes away from me. He attended West Hills the whole 2012-2013 school year, so you’d think that I’d be used to the distance by now. Unfortunately, however, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not and I probably never will be, but who am I to EVER stop him from following his heart as I have done with mine? He is the most supportive human being I have ever met, and he deserves the exact same from me. When I decided to attend beauty school, my parents were opposed to it because it’s so much money and they were afraid that my indecisive self was going to change my mind. David, on the other hand, cheered me on and supported my decision. Since then, he has practically drowned me with unconditional love and faith and support and I couldn’t be more thankful to have a boyfriend as great as he is. Sorry, ladies. I’m never going to share him :]


Now, let’s talk BUSINESS.

It’s business… it’s business time! *Flight of the Concords voices.*

I’ve been pretty busy this past week at school with appointments, and I’ve had a blast doing them even though I’ve been sick. That’s what’s so beautiful about the career I’ve chosen. I actually want to get up and do what I love, sick or not, rather than sit on my butt and be lazy. (Don’t get me wrong. I love those days, too.)


I did a beautiful red-blonde ombre’ on my “client of the month” (more like year) Kelsey about a week ago. She came back in this week to have a trim with layers and side fringe (bangs) and some flawless curls. To achieve this beautiful curled look, I used Paul Mitchell’s Marcel iron, but I did not use the clamp. I turned it upside down and wrapped the hair around it like a wand. After I was finished, I sprayed “Hold Me Tight” all over (specifically because her naturally straight hair HATES curls) and brushed out some of the curls to achieve a messier look.


Flawless highlights and style on my girl, Carissa! Before picture on the top left, after pictures everywhere else. Thank you for coming in and supporting me! I gave her a customized foil weave on the top of her head just to fit her personally and hand painted the highlights toward the bottom to create a more random, natural look. I am so pleased with the turn out!


Perms have very, very slowly become one of my favorite things to do. You can never go wrong with some beautiful curls, right? (Unless your hairdresser doesn’t do his or her job properly). She was used to getting a basic perm about four times a year, but my teacher and I talked her into something a little different. I gave her a spiral perm just above her ears so that those little baby hairs didn’t look super springy, and I gave her a curvature perm everywhere else to create a more natural-curled look. She was very pleased, as was I. Plus, she was such a joy to talk to and learn about. Gotta love making friends with clients!


This beautiful mother came in for a highlight and color touch-up. She only wanted the highlights on top, which makes it look like I did a reversed ombre’. I can’t say that I’m too upset with that, though, because she looks beautiful and both she and her hubby were very pleased.