Flashback Friday: 8th Month of My Natural Hair Journey!!

This is a flashback post showing what went down during the 8th month of my natural hair journey. This post has been modified lightly for grammatical errors and such. :D

Natural Hair Journal 8th Month

17 June 2005

[Leaves out a portion of the original blog post. Smh]

So I took out the Bantu Knots and washed it [wash and go]. It took me a while to get them out. I had no idea had so much hair on my head.

Today I hit the beginning of my 8th month natural hair journey and I’m less than enthusiastic about my hair. I don’t like it at all. I’m sick of it. My ends need to be clipped because they feel crunchy. I’m sick of the two strand twists/flat twists, the fro and the wash and go. I’m sick of fooling with my hair. Now that it is growing I’m finding it more difficult to manage. Maybe I’m being crazy. I’m about ready to cut it all off, again. But, I decided not to and opted for a wig.

I only paid 24 dollars for it. Not too bad, huh? The funny thing is, I got hit on by totally different people while wearing this wig. If they only knew there was a fro underneath. AND I took it (the wig) Salsa dancing! Yeah it felt strange at first. I quickly fell into the whole long hair mannerism. It was like old times, sort of.

19 June 05

*insert vomiting sound here* I’m so sick of my hair. I love her and all but if she and I were in a relationship her azz would be sleeping on the couch…in the garage…during the winter. I absolutely have no idea what to do with it anymore. It’s in the weird stage and to top it all off, my hair feels gross at the ends.

I don’t want to turn it that natural rocking-wigs-chic. I also don’t want to turn into that she-looks-worse-with-natural-hair-chic.

So, you know what I did? Called up my sister and asked her if she could cornrow my hair. She said “sure,” plus I was paying. Fast forward…she started to do her magic and it hurt so bad. I went to look in the mirror and discovered she was doing some crazy designs. All I wanted was some regular cornrows that were not super tiny. It hurt to   or show any range of emotion. She didn’t like them nor did I. She took them down.

Now my head is sore. She asked would I like for her to do two strand twist? I said sure. The problem? They were toooooo small. The were micro braid status. I was like, hells no! I would never get them out and my hair would loc in a matter of days. She took those out and I started putting larger two strand twist in.

Seeing my plight my mama asked could she do them (after all I had been sitting there for HOURS! I managed to watch Hitch and all the deleted scenes). I said yes and she was taking forever! She was parting them just right. She finally got through them and when she finished I went to look in the mirror and I didn’t like the ones in the front. Smh

Oh well. I came home and gave myself a much needed trim [I cut the ends of my twists]. I’m going to wear my hair covered for as long as I can stand it. My ends feel so much better. :D

My hair yesterday. I was supposed to go skating but your girl was sick as hell. I think my immune system was compromised because of a near death experience after leaving the Salsa club [Dag, I forgot how Trish...yes, my now BFF, tried to kill us during a moment of road rage.]. As you can see below. The style was short-lived.

I just knew I was going to have some cornrows when I took this picture.

21/22 June 05

God bless the artist.

I am the definition of dichotomy. I would imagine that it’s hard to cohabitate with someone such as myself. I sometimes exude Gemini tendencies. When I love, I love HARD! When I’m the alternate I expend a lot of energy.

When I’m tired I’m usually the most inspired. Inspiration comes from strange places at stranger times byway of the strangest of strangest circumstances.

I don’t like being blue, however, my blueness tends to birth interesting things.

The human condition is such a complex system. Foolishly, I thought I could avoid certain emotion because I thought I was using more of my brain, than the person that the human condition was modeled after… Maybe that’s why I do experience the human condition on such a profound level.

My renaissance has come at a much needed time.

Because of the human condition, I now love and appreciate myself and all my isms. After all, it is what it is.

OKAY, moving right along. [WOW, I was a sad human.]

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I’m going to be super busy over the next 30 days so I probably will not be updating until August. By the way my birthday is August the 9th!

I know I’m early…

I have a showing next month [art] and I need to prepare for that plus, I along with a handful of other talented people are starting a new publication called the “Prototype.” It’s going to be an artsy fartsy magazine. I’ll let you know all about once the printing date approaches *gasp* I’ll have lots of updates as well as a link for you to purchase the new ‘zine. Stay tuned.

So with that said Thanks for stopping by. See ya in August.

Oh yeah here is my first attempt with flat coils. We’ll see how long they last….

Well, that’s it for my 8th month natural hair journey. Thanks for listening. :D