I started using shea butter in college. I am not sure when I transitioned from Victoria’s Secret, Bath and Body Works, and the Body Shop to the local artisans at the Farmer’s Market.
I do remember walking to the Waverly Farmer’s Market on Saturdays while in college and encountering vendors with shea in nuts, along with earrings and fabrics. And I also remember Miss Theresa, who still makes soaps that convert any problem skin into an example of what nourishment looks like.
Then there was Kim, who would be wrapped in fabrics, and her station smelled like musks and resins feom all over the world. And chile, each one had a tale of its properties, just how exotic (and scarce) it was, and a plethora of justifications for the exorbitant price that I paid because she had great products and fantastic customer service that made me feel like the only skin and hair on earth.
Miss Theresa had my feet feeling like the GAWDS, and Kim had me smelling like them. They made me want to have that power to have a person walk up to my table weary and leave refreshed, knowing they literally have some #selfcare in the bag!
I had NO CLUE that I would actually do that one day…….