. I've never had hair dreams like that. Wish I could be a guest at the party to see how it all goes down 
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I refuse to let this thread die! DH took pics of my yummy braidout but he got distracted watching Big Love and didn't upload them yet. Will post them tonight.
though. Hair? Huh? What hair? 
Nakia, that pool party sounds like the scene for a catfight! Probably she'll just act like she didn't notice your hair is
When I bun, I have to wrap the length around itself a few times to get it all up there. So when I remove my stick or fork, I have to give my head a little shake to get it all out of the bun position. Not an Herbal Essences commercial type shake, but just a little one to get the hair falling. Anyway, that feels really really nice on my back
Dang! I was hoping for some pics!
. I remember being at the salon last week to get a relaxer. It was a Saturday, and due to my stylist over-booking her clients as usual, it was pretty packed. My hair was 22 wks post and I looked like I had a lion mane, lol! It was a big tangled mess.
A couple of them commented on how much hair I had, but most of them kept looking with that disgusted look on their faces. Once my hair was texlaxed and detagled I could feel the stares as I sat in my stylist's chair.
On this particular Saturday, the ladies heard me mention to another that I was running late for my aunt's funeral (my stylist's fault). At this point, I needed a dryer but all were occupied. I'd like to mention that two were occupied by short haired (thin NL) ladies who'd been under the dryer FOREVER. My stylists said, "Ya'll should be done." So I'm standing there hoping that someone would just move to a regular seat. One poked her head out and said, "You can have this one for a fee!" Another chick replied, "Girl, you crazy!" Then they high fived each other
I ended up eventually having to get under a dryer that was practically useless. My intentions were to get it flatironed and dusted. I ended up going to the funeral with a damp head. To my surprise, I ended up getting plenty of compliments on my big, beautiful, healthy head of hair.
Meanwhile, they got a lil' temporary satisfaction at my expense. I must admit that my satisfaction was realizing that the "joke" was on them...sitting there with about 36 strands of overprocessed, uneven, severely damaged, brittle hair
. They have coming to them exactly what they deserve. I mean seriously long hair/short hair/no hair...to not have compassion for someone going to a funeral ain't nothing but the "debil" showing out.
I remember being at the salon last week to get a relaxer. It was a Saturday, and due to my stylist over-booking her clients as usual, it was pretty packed. My hair was 22 wks post and I looked like I had a lion mane, lol! It was a big tangled mess.
A couple of them commented on how much hair I had, but most of them kept looking with that disgusted look on their faces. Once my hair was texlaxed and detangled I could feel the stares as I sat in my stylist's chair.
On this particular Saturday, the ladies heard me mention to another that I was running late for my aunt's funeral (my stylist's fault). At this point, I needed a dryer but all were occupied. I'd like to mention that two were occupied by short haired (thin NL) ladies who'd been under the dryer FOREVER. My stylists said, "Ya'll should be done." So I'm standing there hoping that someone would just move to a regular seat. One poked her head out and said, "You can have this one for a fee!" Another chick replied, "Girl, you crazy!" Then they high fived each other
I ended up eventually having to get under a dryer that was practically useless. My intentions were to get it flatironed and dusted. I ended up going to the funeral with a damp head. To my surprise, I ended up getting plenty of compliments on my big, beautiful, healthy head of hair.
Meanwhile, they got a lil' temporary satisfaction at my expense. I must admit that my satisfaction was realizing that the "joke" was on them...sitting there with about 36 strands of overprocessed, uneven, severely damaged, brittle hair
Yep, meanwhile, they're eyeballin' my products as I pull them out of my bag to see what I'm using to get my results (I always bring my own products for her to use... Ojon). They asked her, "Why don't you use what she has in our hair?" She replied, "If I used these products, I would have to charge ya'll too much." They didn't say a word.Wow, karma is a mutha
So true. As a tenth grader, I transferred to a predominantly black school from a predominantly white one. I got a lot of attention as the new girl with the long pretty hair, especially from the popular atheletes. The chicken heads would always make the meanest comments when I walked through the hallways. I was very quiet and kept to myself because I didn't know anyone.What is it about beautiful hair that brings out such ugliness. I remember when I use to go to the salon. I use to look at the women who had long hair in awe. Not nastiness. It's so sad and yet funny how most times it be the most tore up head women acting like that.
Thanks, and so is yours
Your hair is SOOOO pretty!! So you're texlaxed too???
This is my first time getting texlaxed. I think that it will give me more fullness, more texture, and less damage than bone straight hair.
Damn...I mean, is all that really necessary? Really? I better get ready then!!I remember being at the salon last week to get a relaxer. It was a Saturday, and due to my stylist over-booking her clients as usual, it was pretty packed. My hair was 22 wks post and I looked like I had a lion mane, lol! It was a big tangled mess.
A couple of them commented on how much hair I had, but most of them kept looking with that disgusted look on their faces. Once my hair was texlaxed and detangled I could feel the stares as I sat in my stylist's chair.
On this particular Saturday, the ladies heard me mention to another that I was running late for my aunt's funeral (my stylist's fault). At this point, I needed a dryer but all were occupied. I'd like to mention that two were occupied by short haired (thin NL) ladies who'd been under the dryer FOREVER. My stylists said, "Ya'll should be done." So I'm standing there hoping that someone would just move to a regular seat. One poked her head out and said, "You can have this one for a fee!" Another chick replied, "Girl, you crazy!" Then they high fived each other
I ended up eventually having to get under a dryer that was practically useless. My intentions were to get it flatironed and dusted. I ended up going to the funeral with a damp head. To my surprise, I ended up getting plenty of compliments on my big, beautiful, healthy head of hair.
Meanwhile, they got a lil' temporary satisfaction at my expense. I must admit that my satisfaction was realizing that the "joke" was on them...sitting there with about 36 strands of overprocessed, uneven, severely damaged, brittle hair
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