In 2005 we had our family reunion in Myrtle Beach, SC. (Yes, it's another family reunion recollection, but not really lol)
Well, in preparation...I had to look RIGHT. I needed to be cute. Sis and I had shopped for clothes, sandals, etc...but, the most important part of that ritual...is the hair.
Two weeks prior to the reunion, I'd colored my hair...a light brownish/blondish color. My hair is so dark with red undertones, so most colors in that blonde family come out "strawberry blonde". Cool, no problem. Light is good...
The night before leaving...I got a relaxer. "They" say you can process after two weeks of adding color (or vice versa if you relax first then color). I felt safe. Clearly....I was not.
My mom (a cosmetologist) put the relaxer in and we washed it out like we normally would. No problem there...until I went to blow dry it.
"Mommy...I think my hair is falling out..."
She sat me in the chair and checked on it. I asked, "Is everything okay?" and my mother said convincingly, "Yea, it's fine...it's not a lot of hair...just a little." In the meantime...she was behind me like "OMG!" because my hair was falling out in clumps. She didn't want me to see how much was breaking off. She combed through it gingerly and then told me not to apply heat. To let it air dry. She then showed me the hair on the floor and I was like : O!
My mother assured me that my hair would be fine...thank GOD that I have a LOT of hair. She told me that if I'd been the average person...I'd be bald. Thankfully, it had only fallen out around the edges...well, it was broken off an inch from my scalp. I never did THAT shit again. I have some strong ass hair. Sheesh.
The next day down in Myrtle Beach, my hair got it's life. I curled it and it came out fine. The above pic is my hair after the color began to fade.
I had another incident with my hair...read "Hurr Afire". LOL
I'm a lover AND a fighter...I like the folks most don't. I walk to the beat of a drummer....who isn't REALLY in the band, but got the best beats. I am big on love..."I see you" where you're at...hopefully this blog helps you to see me, as well. Either Love me...or leave me alone!
Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. - a quote by Dinah Craik