Nappy Kitchen

*yawn*

Nothing overly exciting has been going on. I haven't really been focused on my hair lately. It's rewarding me by sneaking in little growth spurts here and there. I'm about to officially be out of baby fro status! I can't wait to see what it's going to look like by the time my birthday rolls around (Jan. 4). Trust that I will be rockin my fro out in public somewhere. Chea! And my high school reunion is next June (yah I'm old)...lawd my hurr will be lookin maaaahvelous!

Here's a lil sumthin I did to the hair the other day. Nuthin special...just flat twists in the front and the fro in the back. 'Twas curte, but of course my homebody ass didn't go anywhere to show it off.

From the side:

As I sit here typing, I have a honey and olive oil treatment sittin in the tresses. Now that my scab hair is a thing of the past, I've been slacking on the deep conditioning treatments because my hair doesn't feel as dry as it used to. But I'm back on track and stuff.

My ex came over the other day. He hadn't seen me since before I did the chop so of course he had to touch the puff. He seemed surprised when he said, "It's soft." Pffttt. Why do people think nappy hair feels like a Brillo pad? Betta recognize!

No Temporary Thing

If anyone would have told me a year and a half ago that I would be willingly walking around in public with nappy hair I would have called them a bald-faced liar. I was highly attached to my regular touch-ups. The slightest hint of nappy hair made me antsy as hell.

The year of 2003 brought many life changes and shifts in mind state. I made more strides in learning to accept all of me than ever before. Near the end of the year, as I grew out my relaxer, I also grew out of the need to conform in terms of the long hair ideal. I've always been a social misfit of sorts, so it seemed natural that my hair "match" my personality.

When I look back at pictures of the big chop, I find it hard to believe that I had the ovaries to cut that damn short. But I was so ready to be free. As I expected, it was liberating as hell. It forced me to look within, to really take a cold hard look at myself and love what I saw.

So here I am six months later still letting my hair grow wild and free, letting it do it's own damn thing. Still loving how it feels and what I see in the mirror. Damn a relaxer and weave. I look too damn good to be covering these tresses up:

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That's a twistout you're looking at. I'd had my twists in for about 5 days, so it came out rather defined, but I actually like it to be on the chunkier lookin side. I think it came out rather decent.

Au revoir til I think of something else to do with this growin', changin' hair o' mine.