I’ve been frustrated with my hair lately. I took the braids down on Friday to DC (deep condition in the natural hair world) Karrie and planned to have her braided back up Sunday. I didn’t get back to the sweet young lady who takes care of it until Saturday so I missed my opportunity.
If you read any of my Tweets today, you already know that I’ve been soliciting anyone to do my hair. I even asked Dee Dee from MissFoodieFash for suggestion on stretching it. I have length but my hair is just coily thick and sitting on my head. I can’t tie turbans. Yep, I’ve watched YouTube so much T-mobile slowed down my data usage. Yes they did. No I did not give them the business!
Part of my problem is I spend too much time looking at anything that features natural hair. I want my hair to look like those hair bloggers featured on Essence.com The true nature of my problem is I can’t cornrow, I’m tendered headed, I ain’t got time to be twisting then waiting until Karrie dries before plaiting patience. I just don’t want to put in the work. Washing it takes enough time so adding on twisting this head of hair isn’t on my list.
I’m texting my Soror Shanda and Roodlyn back and forth tonight about getting a hair cut AGAIN. They are begging me to be patience. Roodlyn even offered to help me lean to style it. She suggested a hair party day. All I could do is wall slide. I’m stressing folks out and the problem is me. I can’t do hair. God knew this and gave me a boy. Everyone who knows me knows this.
Why or why did I make a decision to grow out my hair? Shrugs.
Is my fro that bad? Or am I being petty.
Wore this to work on Friday. Very casual and comfy.
Shoes: Steve Madden via TJMaxx