I really don’t know how long this “natural hair journey” is going to last. The first big chop took place April 2, 2013 and I was making good progress. A pretty good balance was created between protective styles and heat. However, I developed a pretty nasty habit and it has been frowned upon. After my appointment had to be cancelled, I had to figure out another plan. The results are bittersweet. Stay around for the deets.
Let me start by saying, the time and effort that goes into natural hair care is underrated and appreciated. These last few weeks have proven to be more stressful than any other week in my journey. Every morning I’m brushing, twisting, fluffing, blending and styling to look presentable. When I get home I’m thinking of a way to style it so I won’t have to manipulate it in the morning. If the Mista wants to have a little QT, I’m out the game. This whole routine had become very stressful to me. Not to mention my almost non-existent wash days. I’m up for work then out until the evening. The domestic chores I need to complete are done during this time. Then with extreme pleasure I head off to the football field for the games on Saturday. On the seventh day, she rested and tries to get things together for the coming week. Can you find the room for the detangling, pre-pooing, shampoo, condition, deep condition and style? Right! I couldn’t either. I will honestly say that this journey has become very frustrating to me. I wanted to do something about it and check the health of my hair. You’ve seen the pictures of my hair over the year – it’s been growing. It was time for someone to confirm the visual professionally.
I reached out to the 1st stylist to set up an appointment on a day I was planning to treat myself to a day of beauty. She responded with her regrets due to travel. Then I scheduled services with another stylist that I trust. As we get closer to the day, I receive a text requesting I select another time due to an unforeseen event in their lives. If I reschedule, I’m not going to do it at all. Once I have my mind set on something, it’s either yay or nay. I cancelled my appointment and was on the hunt for someone with education and availability. I was recommended to a young woman in the Metro Detroit area that was familiar with the healthy hair practices. With faith the size of a mustard seed, I awaited for my appointment.
The location was nicely tucked away and welcoming. I described my practices and the things I was interested in with my hair. She talked with me about the products she was using on my hair and educated me on some of the things I have learned. What I didn’t have much stomach for was her up sell of my need for a stylist on a regular basis, the phone conversations held while completing my hair and the amount of time used to complete the appointment. The highest offense I took was her disparaging tone with regard to the education some of us naturalistas have adhered to on our journey. Yes, all of these practices may not work to the favor and glory of everybody but they have guided and taught so many of us along the way. Yes, my hair wasn’t in it’s best shape and I hadn’t retained as much lengthy as possible but I did grow my hair to collar bone length with no help. I held my tongue and allowed her to do what I came for. Wait, let me not forget how she talked down on the products I was using at home. I knew in that chair I would never come back to this shop again. Leaving crossed my mind several times but I was committed to the plan I created for the day. She commenced to straighten my hair and it had grown tremendously. I could have been prude and just figured it out for myself but I knew I needed to do this. I had some problem areas and I needed her to resolve them. She offered me a suggestion for Manetabolism. I’ve never taken a vitamin for my hair but it’s worth a shot. Let me give you the final diagnosis on my hair from the good doctor.
Even though my hair had grown substantially, I have been snapping the knots, split ends and being very rough with my mane. It was discovered that there were multiple area of my hair where some strands were long and others were shorter in length. She told me it may be “nervous energy” and you all know I had a lot going on over the past few months. So she may have hit that disorder on the head and I told her to cut. I’ve never been afraid of cutting my hair. There’s another idea brewing in my head to retain as much length as I can in the next year. Thant’s why I’m calling this BC #2. Here are the final results.
Does it look like mom hair? I like it but I miss my fluffy 3c-4a hair. The feeling of the wind blowing through my hair and wrapping it up every night brought back some old memories. I’m going to stretch this until Thanksgiving and then I’m getting back on the wagon. After I straighten my hair I’m always worried about it not reverting to it’s natural state. It’s so soft! I refuse to fall in love with this because I can’t wait to see is all curled up. Speaking of curls… those Lee beauty supply stores are only good for 3 things to me:
I was going to say 4 and add my wig but I just found some amazing placed to purchase from online. Which I just ordered because I will need it in the off season coming up! I didn’t even mention her “don’t wear wigs everyday” spill. I think that’s what keeps my hands out of my hair most. Anyway, I went and picked up some new flexi-rods because my sister lost the other set I owned. In addition, I got some smaller perm rods for the shorter hair in the back and can’t wait to style it. So, if you asked me if I like the cut? I’ll tell you, yes, only because I’m thinking of every imaginable style I can recreate.
I’ll post some style photos as I have a little fun. The point of it all. I’m still on the journey, experienced a setback but I’m positive it’s in prep for my comeback. 😉 Keep smiling!