About beauty b
My name is Jennifer Bentley, and I am a licensed esthetician, makeup artist, private tutor and writer living in Oklahoma City. My interest in makeup and skin care began during my childhood, sparked by the two greatest beauty influences in my life, my mother and my grandmother. Though both beautiful in outward appearance, their presences inspired in me the philosophy that true gracefulness and beauty comes from within and that cosmetics only accentuate one’s appearance. Nevertheless, when I jokingly asked for last minute marriage advice just before strolling down the wedding aisle, my grandmother did giggle and say, “Don’t ever let him see you without your face on!” My mother, I believe, echoed, “At least a little mascara and blush. . . and lipstick! Don’t forget the lipstick!”
Needless to say, my makeup and skin care experiences began early. Childhood friends will recall my attempts to inconspicuously wear blush on my cheeks in third grade, to every-so-slightly adorn my lids with sparkly blue eyeshadow in fourth grade, and to brighten my naturally dark undereyes with concealer in fifth grade. Equally as memorable was my commitment to a complete Estee Lauder skin care regime, including cleanser, toner, moisturizer, and possibly even eye cream (just a light, gel formula), starting in fifth grade. Furthermore, I still possess the journal writing assignment from sixth grade where the teacher asked what three items we would keep if stranded on a desert island. I wrote a complete dissertation about mascara and concealer, though I thoughtfully added a Bible as the third item. Also, during my sixth grade year I chose to produce lip gloss for my science fair project. Though I'm uncertain today how creating lip gloss from a mixture of Vaseline and various shades of my mother's discarded lipstick colors heated in a double boiler pan in our home kitchen actually qualified as an "experiment," I did successfully produce a colorful array of soothing and hydrating lip glosses encased in unique, rectangular, sliding-lid containers purchased from Klee’s gift store in Casady Square. Notably, we had first attempted to approach chemists in the Oklahoma City area with a request for chemical ingredients listed on the label of Revlon lipsticks; no one was able or willing to help. Hence the melted Vaseline/lipstick combo ensued. Certainly, these pre-teen experiences marked the beginning of my journey into the field of beauty.
During my teenage years, various friendships blossomed through my many rudimentary facials performed in my bright, yellow tiled bathroom. I practiced countless makeup applications and makeovers upon willing participants (both live friends and life-sized Barbie heads) in front of mirrored medicine cabinets lit by gigantic, scalding-hot, 120 watt stage bulbs. Amidst my college years in Boulder, Colorado, when granola and grunge reigned, my peers in Sewall Hall established my nickname, "Glamourpuss," a title inspired by my well-known, colorful collection of at least 15 Chanel nail polishes displayed alphabetically upon my miniscule, dilapidated dorm room desk. While attending college, I began work as a receptionist and later earned the title "spa manager" at a small but growing spa called Essentiels, where my exposure to and interest in skin care products, lessons, and business abounded. As I had earned my B.A. in English Literature, however, I opted to move home to Oklahoma City where I utilized my college degree and pursued my career as a high school and junior high English and writing teacher at my alma mater, Heritage Hall.
In my later twenties, I married, started a family, and continued to tutor and teach; but I consistently read about and studied beauty and skin care trends. In my later thirties, I revisited the beauty industry and started a full time job in makeup artistry and retail sales at a local boutique. With retail hours and obligations taking a toll on my family life, I chose to take the risk of becoming a free lance makeup artist. After researching the state requirements, laws, legalities, and ethics involved in pursuing such a career, in 2010 I enrolled in and graduated from a local beauty college, passed the required exams, and became a licensed esthetician and cosmetic studio owner. I opened my own studio in 2011, beauty b.
I have worked as a bank teller, a nanny, a spa manager, an actor, an educator, a coach, a tutor, a cosmetic sales associate, a makeup artist, an esthetician, and a small business owner; I am a daughter, daughter-in-law, sister, sister-in-law, aunt and friend; and one of my favorite titles remains “wife and mother.”
Diplomas, Degrees, Resumes, and/or References from (and many thank-you's to): Heritage Hall School in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma; University of Colorado in Boulder, Colorado; Essentiels Day Spa in Boulder, Colorado; Fullerton Agency in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma; Betty Stockard School of Dance in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma; Erna Krouch Preschool in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma; Christ the King School and Catholic Church in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma; Bethany Beauty College in Bethany, Oklahoma; Oklahoma State Department of Cosmetology; and countless family members, friends, students, teachers, brides, models, debutantes, homecoming queen candidates, mentors, clients, contemporaries, affiliates, associates, and aquaintances across the United States and around the world.
The morning of the 1982 Penn Square Bank collapse, Phillips Murrah Director Tim Kline — then a young general litigation attorney — was asked by his firm to call on Oklahoma City oilman Carl Swan, who was a director of the bank.
“It was the Monday following the July 4th weekend, and I was supposed to be off,” said Kline, who remembers he wasn’t too happy about the assignment.
In their meeting, Kline asked Swan if the bank was OK and Swan, in his notorious gruff manner, reported that it was; that the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation agreed to capitalize millions more and give the bank more time, he said.
But when Kline arrived home and flipped on his TV, he learned the FDIC had pulled the plug on Penn Square Bank.
The infamous bankruptcy is what sparked a nearly 33-year career in bankruptcy law for Kline, whose late father and former Assistant U.S. Attorney David A. Kline Jr. served 14 years as a bankruptcy judge.
At the time of the collapse, Kline was helping his dad teach a bankruptcy law course at Oklahoma City University — largely on the 1978 Bankruptcy Reform Act, which the senior Kline had helped promote.
Tim Kline never intended to go into bankruptcy law but, following the oil bust, circumstances unfolded that way, he said. With so much demand for bankruptcy work, his dad left the bench and they formed Kline & Kline in February 1983, where they worked together for more than 25 years.
Kline in 2011 joined Phillips Murrah, where he continues to specialize in bankruptcy law.
From his offices on the 13th floor of the Corporate Tower, Kline, 65, sat down recently to talk about his life and career. This is an edited transcript:
Q: Tell us about your roots.
A: Of course, my father was an attorney and my mother was a homemaker. I’m the middle child of their three children. My brother is six years older and my sister is eight years younger. My father used to joke that he managed to raise three only children. But we were, and still are, close. In fact, we three and our mother, 94, all live within walking distance from one another on several hundred acres we bought in 1981 in the Jones Public Schools District in eastern Oklahoma County, 10 miles east of I-35, where we have dogs, chickens and horses. My brother-in-law raises cattle. When I was a bachelor, my home was like an overgrown cabin. But since Alyssa and I married, we’ve reinvented it three times. It’s three-storied and our second story overlooks a lake.
Q: Where did you go to school?
A: In elementary school, I was a Mayfair Chipmunk. We lived near 50th and May when Mayfair was a brand-new neighborhood. In the sixth- and seventh-grades, I attended Casady, after my brother was recruited there to play baseball. Once he graduated and went to OU on a baseball scholarship — and I lost my ride to school — I transferred to Putnam City, where I graduated. Growing up, I played baseball, football and basketball, but my siblings were far better athletes. My sister went to OCU on a tennis scholarship. I was into politics. At 7, I remember sitting up and crying when Adlai Stevenson lost; in 1960, I got to hear JFK speak in the municipal auditorium; and before I could vote, I was the Ward 1 campaign chairman for Eugene McCarthy. I also enjoyed speech, debate and plays. My favorite role was the lead my sophomore year in “Look Heavenward Angel.”
Q: What were some of your first jobs and first cars?
A: As a youth, I worked at the municipal ball park. My sophomore year in high school, I threw the first papers of the now-defunct Oklahoma Journal. By the summer of my senior year, I graduated to writing obits and writing some Friday night football stories. My freshman year of college, I was awarded a scholarship to UCO. My father told me if I took it, he’d get me a car, though it wasn’t a very nice car. It was a used light blue Ford Fairlane. When I was a junior, and doing well in school at OU, he bought me a purple Plymouth Road Runner.
Q: Did you always plan on being an attorney?
A: There was a time I considered becoming a philosophy teacher. At OU, I studied under the legendary J. Clayton Feaver and considered getting a Ph.D. in philosophy. I’d earned a graduate minor in it, along with a bachelor’s and master’s in polisci. But instead, I wound up taking the law school entrance exam. I like the problem solving in law, and helping people where they have a practical need. During law school, I interned with the U.S. Attorneys office and worked at the Redlands Racket Club and OKC Tennis Center. I got to play tennis with Colin Robertson. Before my father and I opened our own firm, I clerked for over three years for U.S. federal judge Luther Bohanon. He liked having me in the courtroom with him, so I got to see a lot of good lawyers at work in big trials. I worked the next three years for the firm of Jimmy Linn, a west Texas litigator who was a heavy hitter on the national level.
Q: What do you like about practicing bankruptcy law?
A: My work is really about avoiding bankruptcy as such. Whether I represent the debtor, creditor or a trustee, I try to bring together parties who are in financial stress and help them clarify what common interests are involved and how to maximize financial recovery. My goal is to do the most for the most people in the most efficient manner possible. Of course, like in all things in life, it takes two to tango. Sometimes, people aren’t cooperative and we have to go to a Plan B scenario and invoke legal remedies and be as confrontational as necessary. I’m as nice as the other side will allow.
Q: How did you meet your wife?
A: Alyssa is a native Canadian. We met at Christmastime 1976, when I went to British Columbia to visit relatives and friends, but then she was only a punk teenager. Her family and I kept in touch over the years and in the summer of ’85, she called to say she and her folks were going to Seattle and would I like to meet them there. She was 23; I was 36. I spent a couple days in Seattle, but had to fly back to Albuquerque for a big case. Three weeks later, I flew to British Columbia, where we wed and spent our honeymoon. She was shocked that it was 100 degrees in Oklahoma City, when our flight arrived home at 11 p.m. on Sept. 1. The next morning, she joked about getting an annulment. But this August, we will have been married 30 years. Alyssa earned an education degree at UCO and taught elementary school, before she had our daughters whom she home schools. After the girls were born, Alyssa’s parents moved to Oklahoma City. We’ve lost her mother, but her father lives in a retirement community. He’s 94 and was over for Easter.
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